Last night I bagged my 50th daygame notch and 34th flag. There was no fan fare or big boss to fight as a reward for completing another level, but it is a milestone nonetheless. It’s quite a good story though…

As mentioned in my previous lay report, the trip had been going pretty terribly up until the second half of last Wednesday. I opened this girl after spotting her in the queue ahead of me at a convenience shop. I had ploughed through almost 40 sets in Budapest since my arrival the previous Sunday up until this one good one. Let’s pick-up where I left off and fill in the blanks…

As I queued to pay I saw a really cute girl in line ahead of me. After we both made our purchases I opened her outside. She opened like a Christmas tree telling me of her love of all things Irish and how she even tried Irish dancing when she visited. I invited her out right there and then for the next evening (Thursday), she told me she’d already agreed to meet another guy for a date. Theres no way he can be as charming and handsome as me, I countered. She giggled, we exchanged Instagram’s and hopefully that will be a separate lay report of its own.

And so it is.

Sandra was just a little shorter than me and had long jet black hair tied up in a pony tail. She wore big pointy glasses and had her septum pierced. She wore a tight white t-shirt which showed off her flat mid-rif underneath a long black and white cardigan with baggy jeans that had mini-mouse stamps all over them. She looked different and I told her this when I opened her. Sandra was a solid 7.

I found out that she was a barista in a coffee shop, had been to Ireland a couple of times and was an avid Irish dancer. Sandra loved to dance, travel and drink beer, especially Guinness. It was like the Daygame Gods were rewarding me for my persistence through the previous days of hard slog. We had a lot in common and she seemed to have a good sense of humour. I was conscious that I only had a few days left in the city so I invited her out the next evening whilst I was in set. She told me that she had already agreed to meet another guy. I found it a bit strange that she would tell me this in set and it led me to believe that this girl had some R-selected traits – always a good indicator for fast sex.

The next day I sent her a photo ping and asked her how her day was. She replied a couple of hours later saying that she was really, really tired. I knew she had a date that night so I replied;

“You should get some rest tonight and I will take you for a drink at the weekend ;)”

It seemed she did just that, I had a look at her instagram story later that evening and she had put up a video of her at home watching cartoons.

We agreed to meet last night (Saturday) at 8.15pm for beers. I had had a horrible day up until that point and I wouldn’t have minded if she flaked on me. I got in the previous evening at around 2am and then was awoken at 7am the next morning by plumbers who were trying to repair the toilet in our apartment. On Friday afternoon our landlord came knocking on our door and told us we had to stop using the toilet in the flat immediately. She didn’t speak great English so she asked me to go downstairs to the coffee shop underneath with her. I thought “oh this is nice, she’s going to buy me a coffee”. She took me behind the counter of the coffee shop and opened a store room door to reveal a big hole in the roof and debris all over the floor.

Epic shit.What remains of the toilet.

Pipes burst, flood, roof fall

Oh shit

Yes, we must replace pipes and toilet

How long will that take?

Not sure, a week, Monday earliest

Great – no toilet in the flat until the day I was due to leave. But enough about that, let’s get back to the girl.

I decided to meet her at 8:15 so that I could watch Manchester United vs. Chelsea in the FA Cup final. I watched the game and my team lost so I really wasn’t in the best of moods as I went to meet her.

I was a couple of minutes late and she was standing there waiting for me. Sandra had done her hair up into what I can only describe as a game of thrones like crown thing. I have no idea what it’s called, but it looked nice. Strangely everything else was casual, she wore a light-weight space grey hoody, a white t-shirt, baggy jeans and converse.

You look uhhm, nice – I was perplexed.

We exchanged pleasantries and I walked us to the same venue 1 that I took the previous girl to. The conversation was a bit awkward as we walked, she was very quiet and giving me one word answers so I resorted to commenting on everything that was going on around me to fill in the gaps. When we finally got to the bar it was completely dead. I got a round in and she chose the strongest beer on the menu. Good sign.

I’m glad it’s quiet in here, I’ll be able to hear you speak

Sorry I am being quiet, I’m just very nervous

Don’t worry, I’ll carry the conversation until you drink enough beer.

Sandra relaxed. We sat outside on a bench beside each other and she told me about her life in Budapest. I found out she was 24 and still had a normal family life, with mother and father still together. Her father had bought her an apartment in which she now lived alone. She told me more about her love for Irish dancing and how she won an award for being the best barista in Budapest the previous year. She told me about all her travels and I gave her some stories of my own. The conversation was finally flowing and Sandra was drinking her beer faster than me so we got another round in. Sandra also smoked a lot of cigarettes which always makes girls more likely to bang. I was pretty sure it was on.

After the second round was done I went to bounce her to the same rock bar right beside my apartment but it was packed with it being a Saturday night. I walked us to another venue 5 or so minutes away from the flat which was a fancy speakeasy. Sandra complained that the place was too fancy for her. You’ll be fine I countered.

I ordered us two old fashioned cocktails as we sat on a couch beside each other. I started the questions game and things got sexual very quickly.

What is your lucky number?

I don’t know, 7?

You’ve only had sex with 7 girls?!

Ooooooh that lucky number. I have no idea

I keep a list, mine is 14. You must have an idea.

Little did Sandra know that she was on track to be daygame notch number 50.

Well, obviously I’m older than you so my number is going to be higher. I’d estimate around 70 or 80.

This was an honest guess if I include night-game and pre-game lays. Sandra looked impressed.

How do you score yourself on a scale of 1 to 10 at kissing?

9, you?

10

I looked around the room and kept my mouth shut. Sandra re-opened;

Would you like to kiss me?

If you insist

Sandra was all in with tongue down my throat and hands clawing at my face and neck. It was definitely on.

I asked for the check and we started walking in the direction of my apartment. Sandra asked where we were going and I told her that we were going to my flat to drink wine. She did not object.

As we got into the flat I told her to take her shoes off as we entered before giving her to tour. This is where the earlier toilet story comes in to play. I showed her my room, the kitchen, the shower room and finally the toilet.

I hope you don’t need the toilet because, as you can see, we only have a hole in the ground at the moment

Hahaha, what the hell?! I actually need to pee

Uhhhhm, you can pee in the shower if you like, as long as you rinse it down afterwards.

Oh jesus

Come on, it will be a funny story for your list

Ok, ok, please get me some toilet paper and I will pee in the shower

And so she did. After this the rest was easy. No LMR whatsoever. The sex was very kinky and I banged her in more positions than I normally do. She had a great body with large breasts and a good ass for spanking and she really seemed to enjoy sex. Sandra took particular joy in sucking on my left testicle which I found strange. I asked her if she was ok because at one point she lay there for about 2 minutes with my right nut in her mouth.

I’m fine, I just like the taste of your sweaty testicles

Lovely. After this I banged her raw-dog and came 3 times, a rare feat for me. Sandra told me she wanted to go home soon after this so I walked her to her bus stop. At this point Sandra asked me to go back to hers with her as she didn’t want to sleep alone. As she asked me this I thought about my recent pumpin’ n’ dumpin’ escapades and decided that I would try to be nice to a girl after banging her for once. So I agreed. I slept in her bed and banged her again in the morning before saying my goodbyes. I told her to let me know the next time she comes to London and we can go for a drink, and you know what, I might even follow through on that.

Macy had shorter hair, white skin and green eyes. So nothing like this girl at all.

I arrived in Budapest on Sunday it has largely been Shitsville. That was until last night (Thursday) when I raw dogged a tight 20 year old vagina. Here’s the story….

The quality had been poor and the sets few and far between. I went out all day Monday and Tuesday to “farm” doing around 30 sets in total and only coming away with a few weak leads.

On Wednesday I woke up determined to get some solid ones. My wing, the Cheshire Cat, was taking forever to get ready on Wednesday morning so I headed out solo and told him to text me when he was finished doing his hair.

Before he joined me I had done 9 sets already, notch hyena was hungry. They were a mixture of blowouts and no hook-pointers. The only girl that did hook told me she had a boyfriend at the end of a 10 minute set. I was fuming.

When CC finally got his shit together he proceeded to lifestyle coach me.

Maaaaaate, you need to relax, take a chill pill,Breeeathe.

It helped my vibe immensely (note sarcasm). We started taking turns to open and I got another blowout, I was at tipping point. I can’t remember the last time I did 10 sets and got SFA.

I’m very aware of my own ego and sometimes I use it to spur myself on, this was one such occasion. I was walking along muttering to myself “I’m fuckin’ Roy Walker, these bang average bitches have no right to reject me, I WILL GET LAID HERE”.

We went to the shop in the University area in Kalvin square so I could buy a kefir yoghurt in an effort to heal my tormented gut. As I queued to pay I saw a really cute girl in line ahead of me. After we both made our purchases I opened her outside. She opened like a Christmas tree telling me of her love of all things Irish and how she even tried Irish dancing when she visited. I invited her out right there and then for the next evening (Thursday), she told me she’d already agreed to meet another guy for a date. Theres no way he can be as charming and handsome as me, I countered. She giggled, we exchanged Instagram’s and hopefully that will be a separate lay report of its own.

With that, my vibe had sky-rocketed from rock bottom to Uhuru summit in the space of 10 minutes. All it takes is one good set.

CC and I took a walk up towards Deak Ferenc and it was my turn to open again. I saw a cute little girl with brown frizzy hair, baggy clothes and a box full of art supplies in her arms. Just as she thought she was out of my peripheral vision she threw a sly IOI. CC and I both saw it. I wheeled around instantly and as I did so CC said something like

Shiiiiit, you bastard

I’m assuming he was jealous. Who knows.

As I got in front of her a beaming smile broke out on her face.

Excuuuuuse me, I have to tell you something a little bit cheeky… I saw you walking along and I thought you looked really cute so I had to say hi

She stood there mesmerised so I continued with the stack…

How can a little girl like you carry all this stuff? You must have strong arms.

Still mesmerised, I threw more bait out…

You have a different look, you’re definitely not Hungarian, I’d guess Italian.

Yeeeees, well I’m half Italian, half Hungarian.

HOOKITY HOOK HOOK, finally I had a live one.

Where were you born?

Italy

So you’re Italian.

She didn’t argue, where you are born is where you are from. Simples.

We chatted for 5 minutes or so as she struggled to hold up a box of spray cans under one arm and big rolls of paper under another.

I found out she was an artist and had only moved to Hungary 3 weeks ago to take up an art course which would start in June. She told me she doesn’t normally talk to strangers in the street, but she had no friends here yet so she was willing to try new things.

CHING CHING CHING.

Eventually she (let’s call her Macy) started to complain that her arms were getting tired so she had to go. We exchanged Instagram’s and off she went. I went back to CC and declared “I’ve got a good feeling about that one”.

We did a few more sets and as we did so Macy sent me a flurry of messages. We agreed to meet the next evening for beers at 8pm.

I turned up on time and she was already there waiting and speaking to her sister on the phone. Macy had put some make-up on and wore a tight white blouse which made her surprisingly large boobs pop out, a black leather jacket and tight blue jeans. Her arse looked amazing and I was pleasantly surprised by her figure as she hid it underneath baggy clothes the previous day. Macy was a solid to high 7.

As I said hello she hung up the phone to her sister. We exchanged pleasantries and I started walking her to a bar close to my apartment.

We had one beer in the first venue as we got through all the comfort fluff. I found out she was only 20 years old and I was the oldest guy she’d ever met with. Macy told me that all her family were back in Italy and she was living with her grandmother in Budapest. I asked if she had a curfew, she said no. She told me this was the first time she’d ever met a stranger for a date, we talked about music and she seemed to like everything I did. We talked about extreme sports and she seemed to like everything I did. We talked about food, she told me that she made the best pizza and would make it for me one day. I told her that it wasn’t going to work out between us as I don’t eat pizza. She looked disappointed. She was gazing deeply into my eyes and her whole body did a little spasm every time I touched her and she was giggling at almost everything I said, I’m really not that funny. I knew it was on.

I bounced her to the next bar which was a rock bar with couches and also coincidentally right beside my apartment. I got another round in, we grabbed a couch and I started the questions game. We both drank the beers very slowly (I was still hungover from the previous night, and she’s a tiny girl) and I slowly ramped up the escalation.

I found out she’d only ever had sex with one man and that man was her only ever boyfriend. She’d never been a proper date. She’d never tried online dating. Her favourite body part was her eyes. When I asked her what type of guys she liked, she said they need to be loyal and trustworthy. All very K answers.

I pulled her in for the kiss and she pulled her head away and grabbed my arm digging her nails in whilst moaning in pleasure and pulling me into her.

That’s fine, I’ll only try to kiss you 5 more times.

She didn’t giggle but she looked at me with eyes that I interpreted as “take me home and fuck me now”.

I decided to de-escalate by asking her how tall she was, she said 168cm… I protested that that was not possible, she was at least a full head shorter than me. I got her to stand up and told her her real height, 155cm. After doing so I pulled her in again for the kiss whilst we were still standing. She didn’t pull away this time but just kept her face there totally still whilst digging her nails into both of my fore-arms. It was time to bounce.

I live close to here, let’s go up for one more drink and we can listen to some better rock music. If you feel uncomfortable you can leave whenever you want.

She hesitated before saying…

Ok, but I drink water, no more alcohol.

I told her to take her shoes off as we entered and gave her the tour. She took a seat at the kitchen table whilst I got myself a beer and poured her some water.

I moved us to the bedroom and onto the bed where it would be more comfortable to watch youtube videos on my laptop. We kissed and she lay there completely still.

Are you ok?

Um, I’m just really scared, I’ve never done this

You’re a virgin?

No I mean with a stranger and on the first night

I understand

I rolled off and played some more videos on youtube for 15mins or so before escalating again. This time I got some proper kissing and she started getting into it, biting my lip and digging her nails into my neck before freezing again and saying that it was too soon.

I rolled off again and played more videos before escalating again, this time getting her top off. This process would repeat another 4 or so times until I eventually got her completely naked to reveal a fantastic little body. I was fingering her vigorously from behind as she lay in the foetus position, she was moaning quite loudly and was now sopping wet. After about 90 minutes of LMR I finally slid my dick in raw dog and banged her for about two mins before blowing my load all over her back. Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven.

She lay there cooing and giggling as I tickled her whilst she lay on top of me. I went out for a cigarette in the hope that she would put her clothes on and want to leave by the time I returned. When I got back she was still fully naked on top of the bed. Clearly two minutes in heaven was not enough for Macy.

I asked her the post sex questions whilst my semen regenerated. She didn’t decide when to have sex with me “it just happened” and she hadn’t had sex in over a year.

A few minutes later we went at it again and this time I lasted an entire 5 minutes. I always cum a lot quicker when they have hot little bodies and are a bit kinky. At around 2am she ordered her own taxi and was on her way back to her grandmothers.

Macy definitely wasn’t an R-girl. This was a rare instance of a K-girl stepping out in a new environment and dipping her toe in the water to see what it’s like. I have no doubt that she will be boyfriended up very quickly because she is a sweet little girl with a smoking hot body.

Macy was my third notch in just under 3 weeks since setting of on my travels. My daygame only tally now stands at 49. One more and I will gladly accept my membership to the mPUA hall of fame.

Kind like this, except with a smaller waist and covered in tattoos and piercings

After a tricky start to my time in this city, normal service is starting to resume. I have a phone full of leads and not enough time to take them all out. I banged one of those leads on the first date last night. Here’s the story…

Last Saturday, around 6pm I was sipping on a gin and tonic whilst fishing with Mr S (a fellow Irishman and infrequent poster on City daygame) who had just arrived the previous evening. I still wasn’t back to 100% and was only opening 4 or 5 sets a day, I’d also just had my first notch so the hunger wasn’t quite there. As we sat there discussing the pros and cons of having Jose Mourinho as boss at United we both clock a real outlier passing by our table.

Valeria was fairly short with long brown curly hair. She was wearing a white t-shirt and big baggy hippy style pants (they were horrible). Both her arms were covered in dense tattoos and both of her lips were pierced. She was walking very slowly down the street as if she were floating. Mr S turned to me;

Roy, ye haaaf ta do dat one

Meeeeh, but she’s not even that hot (she’s a high 6 at best)

I knooooow, but ye just haaaff ta

Having been convinced my Mr S’s fool-proof argument, I got up and made chase.

Valeria had a loud American accent, however, it wasn’t the annoying nasally type, it was still quite pleasant. She was born in Colombia (this would be another new flag for me) hence the more exotic look, but her father was Serbian and they moved here when she was young. The set was going very smoothly until she pointed at my t-shirt and started laughing….

OH MY GOD, is that Donald Trump on your T-shirt

Yes, it is. Top marks for observation

Are you kidding me? You know I’m a feminist right?

My mother told me there are three things you should never speak to a woman about – Politics, religion and ex-boyfriends.

Well, I love to talk about politics and religion!

Good for you. But let’s save that for another time.

Having recovered the set I moved towards the number close and one of her male orbiter friends she was about to meet introduced himself to me. I quickly said hi to him before giving Valeria my phone so she could tap her number in.

More Roy Walker Text Game Mastery.

I met her at 8pm on Monday at the place where everyone meets in this city. She looked prettier having put on some make-up. Valeria had also put on some tight pants which showed off her rather large botswana.

We exchanged pleasantries before I told her I was taking her to an Irish bar. She told me that she doesn’t drink beer. I said fine, drink wine then. She doesn’t drink that either. Ok, drink Gin. She said, “Yes, I can drink that”.

We sat outside and went through the comfort fluff whilst sipping on G&T’s. She was actually a really interesting girl. Valeria told me how she is 21 and studying two degrees concurrently and how she is also a power lifter – should would be competing later in the year. The power-lifting combined with a mix of Columbian and Serbian genes would surely guarantee a fantastic backside thought me. She told me about what it was like to grow up in Columbia and then spend her teenage years in Serbia. I was having fun so we ordered another round of G&T’s. We drank those pretty quickly as we both smoked away at my cigarretes.

I told her I wanted to take her to another place and she had no hesitations. I paid the cheque and walked her to a quieter place at the end of the same road. We sat upstairs on a couch. I made sure that she sat on my left side to make the giant cold sore on the right corner of my mouth less obvious. She didn’t mention it once.

We ordered another round and I started escalating. I didn’t feel the need for the questions game because this girl had quite a strong frame and the conversation was pretty free flowing and getting more and more sexual anyway.

As we were half way through the drinks I told her I needed to go to the bathroom. As I got up I said;

I’m going to go to the toilet now, when I come back I’m going to try to kiss you. You will probably push me a way and that’s perfectly fine. But I’ll keep trying until you kiss me.

Valeria broke out in a huge smile but looked at me as if to say “wow, this guy is not shy”.

As I came back from the toilet she got up to go to the ladies. I sat on the couch playing on my phone. When she came back she pounced on me, grabbing my face and pulling me in for the kiss. I tried my hardest to only use the left side of my mouth, but it was difficult as she was quite an aggressive girl.

I pushed her off and we resumed talking about the male/female mating strategies. This girl understood r/k theory and was saying things to me that I would normally say to girls on dates. It all felt a bit surreal and I told her this. She told me more about her fucked up child hood. Her father left when she was two and her mother used to and still does beat her. At this point I knew it was in the bag.

We finished the drinks and I told her we should go.

Is this the part where you invite me back to your place?

Wow, wow young lady. I’m not that easy. But you can come back if you insist.

I paid the cheque and walked her straight to the apartment. I gave her a little tour of the flat and she was very impressed. She sat on the couch in the living room as I got myself a beer from the fridge and poured her some water. I put on some music and minutes later all our clothes were on the floor. I quite enjoyed banging her doggy whilst spanking her big Columbian ass. It was a sight to behold.

I didn’t last very long the first time, so 20 minutes or so we went at it again. This girl was actually fun to bang but I probably won’t see her again. She was angling to stay over but I told her I don’t sleep very well with another girl in the bed. Soon after this she ordered herself an uber and off she went into the night. I just hope I haven’t given her herpes.

I’m back in one of my favourite daygame destinations and I’m finding it tough. I won’t reveal the precise location as there are “doxers” at the gate with nothing better to do than hate on other men.

I’ve been hit with three consecutive ailments since my arrival, first a vicious bout of diarrhoea which significantly depleted my vibe for a couple days. The next day I awoke with a blocked left ear passage and now I have a big cold sore on my mouth. I’ve been completely ignoring Krauser’s advice on how to culminate and nurture vibe and I am paying the price, for this I blame Xants, nothing to do with me, I’m the victim here. However, I swatted these obstacles aside to bag my first notch of the jaunt on the 5th night. Here’s the story…

Having arrived in our apartment in the late afternoon, Xants and I dropped our bags, had a quick spray of the smelly stuff and hit the streets. Xants was chomping at the bit and wasted no time in doing the first set. As we walked away from the main strip towards a popular meeting point Xants said “There’s one over there if you want it”. This is why he is such a good wing. We have a strict system where we take turns doing sets, if it’s your turn and you don’t want it, your wing is free to do it. I only saw her from behind and she was walking away from us at quite a pace, but it looked good enough, I would indeed take my turn.

Roxy was quite tall at just a couple of centimetres shorter than me, she had long black hair almost down to her bum, was dressed from head to toe in tight black clothes including a big leather choker with metal studs around her neck and wore dark purple lip stick.

I got in front and I knew I had hook point before I even opened. She planted herself as I reeled off some gibberish. I can’t actually remember what I said, probably something along the lines of her being a spy on her way to complete a secret mission, bla bla. It didn’t matter, it was all in the sub-com.

Her eye contact was strong and she had a good look at me up and down. It turned out she was a lot sweeter than she appeared, she lived in a village with her parents that was two bus rides away and she came to the city for work every day. Roxy loved her rock n’ roll music so I regaled her with my failed attempt to be a rock star (Yes, I was actually in a real band, with real band mates and real punters and everything), I could see the wheels spinning in her eyes. She was attracted.

We exchanged numbers and off she went on her two buses back to the village.

Roy Walker Text Game Mastery.

As mentioned, I knew it was on, so no mad text skillz required. I pinged her a couple of times between the Sunday and Thursday just to keep it alive.

We arranged to meet at 6pm on Thursday. I got there 5 minutes early and she was already standing there waiting. She looked slightly hotter than when I had opened her as she put on a bit more make-up. Roxy was a solid 7.

We exchanged pleasantries before I asked her if she liked beer. “It’s my favourite drink!”

Green Flag

I walked us to a nearby craft beer bar. I got the drinks in and we sat outside on the balcony. It was a warm but windy day. I took her through the comfort fluff and found out that she was actually born in Croatia and moved here when she was a child. My eyes lit up at the prospect of capturing a new flag. Soon Roxy started to complain that the wind was blowing her hair everywhere. We moved inside.

I pointed at some stools by the bar, she said no and pointed to a couch in a dark corner.

Green Flag

Roxy sat to my left on the couch and put her handbag to her left side so that there were no obstacles between us.

Green Flag

I started the questions game and her first question was “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Green Flag

It was on. The waiter brought us another round of beers as I chain smoked on cigarettes – she didn’t smoke, however, she insisted that I should smoke if I wanted to.

Green Flag

I asked her if she had to rate herself on a scale of 1 to 10, how would she score herself at kissing. “Eight!” she proudly declared and asked me the same question back. “I’m a 10” said me. She leaned in slightly and looked deep into my eyes as she waited for the kiss. I looked around the room, said “I like it in here” before having another swig of beer.

I put the beer down, put my hand behind her neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She was all in, kissing with heavy tongue and rubbing her hands all over me. I’m pretty sure I could have banged her there and then but I thought it was probably best not to.

I drank the rest of my beer and she was taking long with hers so I drank that too.

Let’s go for a walk

Ok, that’s a good idea

I walked her straight to my apartment which was 5 minutes away. We got to the front door.

I live here, would you like to come up for one more drink?

Oh OK, why not

Green Flag

We got inside and I gave her a little tour of the apartment. Xants was in his bedroom getting ready to go out. I told her that we should go to the bedroom as my flat mate was in. No objections on her side.

She sat on the end of my bed as I went to the fridge to get us a couple of beers.

I came back and put the laptop on to play some music. The first song I chose was Metallica – Enter sandman. By the time the song finished my penis had entered her, absolutely no LMR. She had an amazing body – big breasts, big ass and a small waist.

It was now around 8:30pm and I was pretty keen to get rid of her having already blown my load. Roxy told me that her next bus back to the village wasn’t until 9:30. FFS, I had to entertain her for another hour.

I never thought that I would see the day that I would bang a girl with a porn star body and then try to get rid of her as quickly as possible, but I have. I lost all interest in this girl as soon as I banged her and it makes me slightly concerned if I will ever be able to settle down with one girl.

I played her some trigger happy TV on youtube to try and kill time – Roxy looked at the screen with a confused expression on her face as I giggled away. Soon she started pawing at me and trying to kiss me. I sighed before slapping on another condom and banging her again – it was nowhere near as satisfying.

Soon after this I walked Roxy to her bus stop before joining Xants in a restaurant for some late dinner.

As you can see from all the green flags along the way, this was a total yes girl. They don’t come along often, especially in this city. But when they do all you have to do is show up and lead, lead, lead.

I first got wind that Krauser was writing this when I winged with him for the first time in Warsaw last May. As we wandered over towards the big Stalin building I asked him what his endgame was, he told me of his plans to finish the memoirs and how he had almost finished writing the “new mastery”. He carried on to explain how he had done a lot of game since he published mastery and that his style had changed, he wanted to capture all of this new material and present it in a well polished daygame magnus opus that would leave a lasting impression on the community. I was intrigued if not slightly sceptical that this was possible, surely if mastery taught you to master the art, what could the next step be? Was there even a next step?

Krauser was only in Warsaw for a couple of days and after he left the cogs continued to turn in my head as to what this new book would contain. The curiosity got the better of me so I pinged him a message asking if he would like another test reader. He was apprehensive at first given that I was a pikey and he didn’t know me very well. Only his inner circle could be trusted with his groundbreaking new material. A few days later he pinged me back saying that I could have a copy when we would meet again in Moscow in June. The day we both landed we did some sets, went for a drink and then he bounced me back to his centrally located high-class hostel bedroom using the “I need to give you the book” excuse, it was genius and it felt so natural at the time. Now I knew how all those girls felt.

The book looked like one of his memoirs and was still in a raw format containing roughly 2/3’s of the finished product. I skimmed through it as I waited for my uber of shame home outside his hostel, it looked good.

I proceeded to read a chapter or two a day in between daygame sessions. I was in quite a unique position where I was reading about things he would do on the street and then seeing it in action that very same day. I can verify that he does indeed still do all of the things he says he does in this book, except for the dating and bedroom stuff, we’re not THAT close. I recall walking down Arbat street with Ricky Roma and Krauser was walking ahead of us, he started shadow boxing and Ricky and I looked at each other before packing up laughing. But then Krauser got an IOI from a cute girl, he proceeded to open the girl and he might have even got her number.

We had a couple of feedback sessions, one in Moscow and then another in Kiev where we went through lots of notes I had scribbled down, I’m not sure how useful this process was for Nick, but he was kind enough to send me a free copy of the finished product at Christmas. It’s now April and I have finally finished it.

Why did it take me so long to read?

There are various reasons – I’d already read most of it during the test read, I’m quite a slow reader and the book is not designed to be a page turner, it’s a reference book. I’ve also been a rather busy boy with work, chasing skirt and changing circumstances in my own life. But enough about me…

What did I think of the finished product?

Five word summary: It’s a fucking great book.

Longer Summary;

You can tell that Uncle Nick has put a lot of effort in to this. As with most of his work it is very well written, he manages to keep what is fairly technical and dry content entertaining to read with good use of metaphors, analogies, intellectual mastery and humour. The layout of the book is a step above Mastery and the colour adds another dimension, it looks and feels like a quality product.

The aim of the book is to take an intermediate daygamer and orient him towards becoming “advanced”. Many people have different definitions of what an advanced daygamer is, some do it by notch count, others by number of approaches and others by the number of years in the game. Krauser says to be advanced you should have already mastered the mechanics of the skill set and be ready to take the next step.

He is now ready to move on from having mastered someone else’s art and to begin creating his own.

By Krauser’s own definition, you should be free-styling and coming up with your own material. So surely you shouldn’t need to read a book to tell you how to become “advanced”?

The best way to answer that question will be to go through each chapter and highlight the parts that I found the most interesting which I could perhaps apply to my own game, this blog is all about me, after all. Let’s dive in…

Section 1: Introduction

As with all good introductions, this chapter sets the scene well – explaining what distinguishes this book from his last hardback before explaining what the cornerstone of advanced daygame is: Vibe. You may be thinking, that sounds like something Yad would say, and you’d be right, but not once has Yad ever even attempted to explain (as far as I’m aware) how to culminate and nurture this illusive thing that they call, vibe.

He moves on to say a little on what he believes to be the key concepts of game, namely;

SMV

Forebrain/Hindbrain

Yes/No/Maybe Girls

Red/Amber/Green

r/k selection

Having whet the readers appetite with all this he gets stuck into the meaty stuff…

Section 2: Players World

Krauser sets out to rewire your brain so that you have a healthier mindset which will in turn make your daygame more enjoyable and hopefully increase your success on the streets. He opens with an in-depth analysis of r/K and advises against the perils of going full r and the impact it will have on your friendships. This is very good advice, I have seen a few guys I know go off the rails a bit when going full r.

He tells the reader how to identify and overcome addiction to daygame. I am guilty as charged when it comes to having periods of addiction. It’s ok if this happens at the beginning during your immersion period, but you will become a vacuous person if daygame is all that you think, do and talk about.

The most interesting concept for me was “Your notch count doesn’t exist“. I couldn’t help but feel triggered while reading this, I count every approach, never mind every notch and proudly display it on my blog for the world to see. This is an ego trap according to K and again he is right. We all have an ego and if you don’t realise this you are probably a sociopath. Every time one of your wings sends you a +1 message your immediate reaction is – Bastard! – before texting him congratulations, this is your ego being butt-hurt that your wing is banging more birds than you, it’s natural.

The importance of inner game is something which is not spoken about enough in the community and some coaches even actively discourage it instead choosing to fill our heads with mantra such as “the game is played infield” and “embrace the grind”. Krauser instead proposes that introspection-led inner game is essential and I couldn’t agree more. He explains how the danger of not introspecting can lead to becoming a full-blown narcissist and I was impressed that he avoided the temptation to name any names (in this section or throughout the book).

Section 3: Vibe

Nurturing vibe is still a personal weak spot. I’m generally a happy chappy but I frequently abuse my body on Eurojaunts with too much booze, cigarettes and not enough sleep. I still get results, but just imagine if I had even better vibe!

This chapter introduces three great metaphors; the daygame river, the birdsong and the Inca Trail.

The daygame river metaphor suggests that we should go with the flow and not try to swim against it. If there are no sets, there are no sets, so be it. It shouldn’t dictate your mood and you should not get upset that you haven’t hit your 10 sets for the day. This is great advice and something that I have taken on board since reading this book. I walked around Melbourne plenty of times without ever doing a set and I didn’t blame myself.

The birdsong is an r/k based metaphor where the k selected male birds build nests in the hope of luring a female mate. The r selected bird sings a song and lures the female out of their nest to bang them without having provided any other value. The advanced daygamer should be perfecting his birdsong.

The Inca Trail metaphor surmises that no-one ever remembers the tour guide, they remember the place and the experience of being there. A player should be letting the girl experience good game and providing her with adventure sex.

Krauser is an advocate of daygaming with a wing which was interesting for me to find out initially as most coaches say that daygame is a solo sport. In his Wing Work section he explains the many advantages of having a good wing and how to spot a bad wing. Having had plenty of both in the past I found myself nodding along to pretty much all of the advice given.

Section 4: Pre-Approach

In this chapter Krauser gives the reader many tips and tricks on how to stay in the vibe sweet spot, he tells you how to calibrate, how to take advantage of individual types of girls more suited to you, how to spot signals they transmit and how to get girls to give you IOI’s. However, the most important takeaway from this chapter is Calibration. There are far too many uncalibrated monkeys running around the Eastern European hotspots and spoiling the fun for the rest of us with their creepy uncalibrated approaches.

Perhaps the one phrase that sticks out most in the memory from last Summer’s jaunting was;

Well tha wez a victory fuh calibration!

Krauser would say this to me almost directly after either one of us was just blown out by a low probability girl. I’d heard of calibration before this, but winging with Krauser and watching how he calibrated hammered this point home, it is crucial if you don’t want to burn a city and burn yourself out in the process.

Section 5: Street

Krauser keeps this section short on purpose and focuses on one thing – triggering girls’ excitement mode. I breezed quickly through it as I pretty much do everything he explains already and have seen him do it many times over. One thing that I could perhaps add to my game is more physical dominance in set.

There’s a nice little interlude in this chapter where he uses the movie Groundhog day as a metaphor for purgatory and how it is analogous to the players journey. I thought that was very clever.

Section 6: Messaging

I hate texting girls, I’m still not great at it and I really hate it when other guys ask me for texting advice. I am a big believer in the mantra that if the set is good enough, the texting shouldn’t matter. I was very impressed by K’s mad skillz throughout this rather chunky chapter but at the same time I couldn’t help but find it all a little bit dull. This is not a criticism to K, if I don’t enjoy texting my own girls, I’m most certainly not going to enjoy reading other PUA’s exchanges. But I did and this is what I learnt about myself;

I rely way too much on having a good set

I’m not sure I could ever be arsed putting as much effort into texting as K seems to

I could keep more leads if I adopted K’s methods

K takes the reader through the various stages of texting and gives lots of examples of how he got a number of different girls in different situations out on dates and ultimately into the bedroom. There is lots of gold in there but there is one central theme throughout – What does this tell me about where she is at? By this K means at what point along the seduction dance is she at. This is what you should always be thinking when texting a girl and you should know your next move when you’ve figured it out.

I will promise to try to be more arsed about texting girls from now on.

Section 7: Dating Deconstructed

This is the biggest chapter in the book and in it K goes to great lengths to fill what is largely a gap in the market. There is plenty of material out there on approaching, but nowhere near as much on dating.

He explains how you should structure your dates depending on both yours and her circumstances, how to be dominant, how to filter girls over coffee dates and how to run an evening date.

By far the most useful part of this chapter for me was the coffee filter date. This is something I had never really done before and hadn’t even thought about until reading it in infinite the first time round.

There is also a great little section within this chapter called How to tell a DHV story. The main principle being that all good stories should have an intention plus an obstacle. When you tell a girl a story on a date you should be doing so whilst weaving in your own DHV’s.

One thing which K mentions is that all of his dates are run on auto-pilot and that’s the way yours should be too. You shouldn’t be thinking “what does it say in infinite on page 301 about what to do in this situation?!” whilst sat on a date. I couldn’t agree more with this and unfortunately this only comes with practice. However, this chapter is still very useful as to monitor his decision making and general tactics used, everything else should be your own.

Section 8: Bubble Bursting

We’ve all been there when we’ve been on a date with a girl, you think it’s gone tremendously well, you send her a message after the date and she appears to fall off the face of the earth. In this chapter K attempts to show you how to avoid this and how to keep her on the straight and narrow path towards your bedroom. As K shows through the medium of many examples, this is not always straightforward and there may be obstacles to overcome e.g. logistics, timing, maybe she needs more comfort, maybe she needs more excitement or maybe, God forbid, she’s just not into you. In all but the last obstacle, K guides you along the path to keeping them on the path to you putting your D in her V. Good lad.

Section 9: The Close Date

This is quite a short chapter as most of the work has already been done by this point. It details how to tell if it’s a close date, how to recognise the moment she’s decided to sleep with you – the Switch and how to take her home.

There is one example in this chapter called how to wear a girl down over time in which K displays the patience of a patron saint to bang a girl who he had overcooked on a date a few months prior. This is a lead I would have (and probably still would) binned but K has shown that a little message here and there to a girl doesn’t cost you anything and you may even get laid for sheer persistence alone.

Section 10: Bedroom

In this chapter K encourages the reader to learn Brazilian Jiu Jitsu as a means towards dominating a girl in the sack. He explains a few moves that I found confusing to follow if I’m honest, but I won’t be losing any sleep over not following. I do just fine in the bedroom.

But, it is refreshing to see some guidance as again, this is an area that no-one in the community really talks about. If you portray yourself as the dominant, adventure sex guy then you need to be able to back that shit up.

Conclusion

Krauser set out to do something that I thought wasn’t possible; to teach someone how to be “advanced”. His own definition of an advanced daygamer is someone who is free-styling and creating their own new material. This book does a great job of trying to sort out your inner game as much as possible in order to make that stage seem more achievable. It is easily the most in depth piece of writing when it comes to doing everything apart from the actual daygame itself.

For large parts of the book I found myself nodding along in agreement, as if he hadn’t really said anything new. Maybe I’m already “advanced” or maybe Krauser’s style of writing is just so good that it all seems like common sense when he explains it in such a manner that you can’t disagree.

I would recommned this book to any daygamer, it most certainly won’t do you any harm if you’re fairly new to it and it will do you a lot of good if you’re already at intermediate level.

I for one think that Krauser has achieved his objective of leaving a lasting legacy on the daygame community. A job very well done.

I’ve been in Manchester for some weeks now and have opened 20 sets spread across 7 sessions, those numbers alone should tell you what I think of the quality here. I banged one of those 20 girls last night and it was relatively easy. Here’s the story…

I was walking down Market Street with the Cheshire Cat Sunday past. We had just met up and were doing our first lap of Manchester’s only decent strip for daygame. I was nursing a hangover from the previous evenings shenanigans but rather than feel lethargic and sorry for myself, I was EXTRA horny.

Cheshire was chortling on about something in my ear before he completely changed tack and said something along the lines of “Look at the legs on that thing over there!”

I glanced in that direction and saw a little brown girl with short black hair, a nose piercing, a blue denim jacket, a black t-shirt with a deep V showing off quite an impressive cleavage, bright yellow short shorts (it was around 12 degrees) and black booted high heels. I instantly decided “ratbag – would bang” and made chase to begin my first set of the day.

I found out she was Indian, here to study a masters in Physics, had been here 6 months and was in a hurry to meet some girlfriends for brunch. I quickly told her my situation to bed it down before taking her number. She was a high 6 at best but I really wanted to bang her. The set lasted a little over a minute but I knew it was solid as I walked back to CC.

I text her later that evening and set up a date for the following Wednesday, the meeting point would be the Central Library at 7pm.

We both arrived on time, except she went to a completely different library. She apologised and made her way to me around 20 minutes later. She showed up looking more conservative than when I met her in tight jeans, the same black t-shirt, a puffy hooded jacket and had a backpack on her back.

Oh, have you come straight from the library? I asked.

No, I am going to the library after this, I can only stay for one drink

Oh, why?

I have a huge deadline coming up and I haven’t done any studying today

WHAT THE FUCK?! I concealed my rage and walked us to the nearest pub. It was strangely very busy for a Wednesday night and she struggled to find us seats as I got the drinks in. We sat on stools opposite each other perched on the end of another groups long table.

We went through the comfort fluff, I found out she was 23 and liked going clubbing on the weekends. She loved animals and challenged me with;

What do you think of hunting and killing animals in general? I will judge you on this

I gave her a look as if to say “Really?”. My mind again turned to an infamous quote from a good friend of Ricky Roma and Mr White ;

You’re not hot enough to be this difficult!

I went into quite a long monologue along the lines of;

I’ve never been hunting, but I don’t have anything against it, we’re all animals and we all die some way or another… But I’m not into foxes, or dear, I’d imagine the meat is too tough. There’s nothing I love more than a big juicy steak, a fillet or a ribeye are my favourites, especially the grass fed ones, you know the Tesco finest ones? I’m sure those cows lived in a nice environment, ate the best grass and mooed to their big cow hearts were content before being electrocuted to death humanely.

I could almost see steam coming out of her ears.

I can’t believe you, I love animals and hate hunting, I even went to a protest the other day

She started showing me pictures on her phone of her with a placard saying “Say no to hunting.”

I admire your passion. Said me before quickly changing the subject.

She kept looking at her phone on the table throughout the first venue which was beginning to piss me off.

Do you always play on your phone when you meet a man for a date?

Oh no, sorry, it’s just my friend who I’m meeting after this at the library, she keeps messaging me

Tell her you’re busy and you’ll text her later.

She put her phone away. We left the venue and I walked us in the direction of another bar nearby. We sat on a couch beside each other and she got the drinks in.

I can’t quite remember how it happened but as I sat there in silence looking around the venue, she asked me;

What’s wrong with you? Why do you look so grumpy?

I took a big sip of my beer…

Nothing, I’m going to go home after this beer, I have work in the morning

I’ve been on lots of great dates and this is going to go down as the worst one

Ok, well if you really want to know. I think you should have told me before we met that you were going to the library after. In fact, you should have cancelled and met me another time.

Well, I thought I could meet you for an hour and maybe meet you again another time. What’s the issue?

I had assumed in my head that I was going to bang her on the first date, I wasn’t in the mood for all these obstacles and I really couldn’t be arsed with them. I decided I should at least try and resuscitate this terminal date. I started poking her and asking her if she was ticklish. She started pushing me back and soon we were both giggling. I grabbed her chin and pulled her in for the kiss and she was all in.

I don’t live far from here, let’s go back to my place for a night cap then I’ll put you in an uber to the library.

She thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing. I pulled out my phone, ordered the uber and we were on the way back to my place.

I gave her a brief tour of the flat and moments later our clothes were off and she was screaming like a banshee as I banged her doggy style. I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex with me and she said when I kissed her in the second bar, the tension between us turned her on. Soon after this I ordered her an uber home, she never made it to the library.

There you go kids, if a bird is annoying you, act grumpy, tell her what she’s done to annoy you, tickle her, kiss her, take her home and then bang her. I’m sure all the top PUA’s will agree.

Another Euro jaunt has come to an end and for the first time since my maiden daygame trip, Bucharest – August 2015, I didn’t get laid. This was not unexpected, the jaunt was only 4 nights long, but it’s still bloody annoying and has placed a little reality checking dent in my ego. Xants and I were discussing it over a couple of beers as we summarised our thoughts on Prague in the Palladium square on the last day and he put it to me rather succinctly.

I reckon you need 8 days to get laid on a jaunt, we’ve done that between us and one of us got laid, so it’s about right.

Krauser has just written a post on a related topic. Xants, in this case, is guy A and I have been in his position on previous trips. I know that my game isn’t bad and that I have been a little unlucky on this trip, I will continue to convince myself of this through the medium of this blog post and there is no better way to back up an argument than with a set of numbers which could be interpreted any which way you want…

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

Date Flake

idate

D1

D2

Near Miss

Lays

23

30.43%

8.70%

0.00%

0.00%

4.35%

17.39%

4.35%

0.00%

0.00%

7

2

0

0

1

4

1

0

0

I did 23 sets across 3 days of daygame. My first day was a classic number farm in which I did 15 sets closing 5 of them. My second day I only did 3 sets and 5 on the last day.

My close rate was fairly normal at 1 in 2.56. Of these 9 girls that gave me their details I went on one idate, four D1’s and a D2. That’s a total of 6 dates on a four night trip. This required a little bit of “air traffic control” to try and prioritise which girls I thought were more likely to put out. My overall date to lay ratio (since day 1) is 1 in 2.76. So statistically I was entitled to should have got at least two lays from this trip.

Conversely, my overall approach to lay ratio (since day 1) is 1 in 61.93. If I use this metric to predict how many notches I was due, I should have got laid 0.37 times. I love statistics. I got zero near misses (despite having 2 of the 6 girls on my bed and topless) and zero notches. Let’s go through the dates to analyse if and where I messed up…

A Turkish K-Girl

I opened a tiny little Turk on the first day of my number farm whilst Xants was on a date. She was dressed all in black with a big furry hood, was wearing a black leather backpack and carrying a selfie-stick. This is more stacking material than you can shake a selfie-stick at and of course I did just that.

It was around 7pm when I opened her and she had just arrived from Turkey for the weekend. I’d opened her just as she was having her maiden walk around the city and was walking towards Palladium mall to take herself for food. I was still in number farm mode so I told her to go get some food and we could meet for a drink after, so that’s what we did. I met her outside the mall again and walked us to a bar nearby where I ran the normal comfort fluff.

I’d found out fairly early on that she had just gotten out of a long term relationship and had not dated many guys, in fact I was the first guy she had met with that she didn’t know through friends or family. She’s 25 and works as an engineer in Istanbul. This girl was very cute and I’d but her comfortably in the 7 bracket.

After the first venue I took her to a shisha bar where I escalated and eventually got the kiss after she denied me the first 4 times. I knew that this girl would take a lot of dates if I was going to get laid and neither of us had time for this. I invited her back after we finished the shisha but she told me she doesn’t do this and it was her time of the month so couldn’t even if she did change her ways.

I met her again the next day, took her for food and then bounced her back to the flat straight after. I was surprised she agreed to come back, but only did so on the premise that “we would not be having sex.” I agreed to her request in the full knowledge that I would try to have sex with her anyway. She kissed and even let me take her top off but rejecting any further escalation. I lost patience pretty quickly as it was now almost 8:30pm and I had another date lined up.

I don’t think I did anything wrong in terms of how I ran the set and the dates with this girl, it just wasn’t going to happen this fast with her.

A Hungarian Frame Snatcher

I opened this one early on in the number farm. She didn’t accept my facebook request until the next day so I got her out that night after pinging her once my friend request had been accepted. She was Hungarian, blonde with pretty plain fashion and wore glasses, she was a low 7. I found out that she had arrived on the Friday with her brother and his wife and complained to me of feeling like a third wheel so she broke off on her own for a walk. I told her we should get a drink one of the evenings and she was keen.

On messenger I proposed that we meet at 9pm on the Saturday night so that I could have one more crack at the Turk who would leave on the Sunday. Immediately she tried to snatch the frame and proposed 8pm, I compromised at 8:30 and then she messaged me a picture of Old Town Square and asked if we could meet there. I hadn’t even met her and she had already snatched the frame twice.

I didn’t very much enjoy the date with her, she hit me with shit test after shit test and I let it irritate me a little which I think she could see. I squatted most of the tests away but eventually I reacted and told her “look, if you’re not having a good time I’m happy to leave, otherwise you must play nice”. She acquiesced but the atmosphere was now spoiled. I kissed her eventually before she announced that she doesn’t sleep with men on first dates “anymore” now that she was 26, she needed to be serious. I didn’t try very hard after and was happy to cut my losses.

I could have ran better game with this girl by not getting reactive to the barrage of shit tests, but in the infamous words of a friend of ours “she just wasn’t hot enough to be that difficult!”

A Wacky Harry Potter Fan

On my penultimate day of the trip the pressure was on. Xants had already been laid and had stopped doing sets as he would be spending his last night on a repeat with his notch. I walked around filtering for SDL’s which involved pouncing on any form of IOI. This girl gave me quite a strong one, looking in my direction twice as she was making her way past.

She was a short brunette with very plain fashion. She wore glasses and looked quite nerdy. I teased her about this and she lapped it up.

I met her that evening and she had put a bit of effort in wearing slightly more makeup than earlier and donning a cute little dress and tights. I took her to a coffee shop near my apartment and immediately she announced that she didn’t drink alcohol. Great.

After the coffee I took her to a restaurant next to our apartment because I was hungry. We played the questions game whilst I stuffed my face full of some rather tasty chicken noodles and washed it down with a nice pint of pivo. She had an ice cream.

Soon after this I bounced her to my apartment and she was surprisingly keen to come up. I still hadn’t kissed her. We sat on the couch and I put on some music turning it up as loud as possible in order to drown out any noise that might come from Xant’s crazy BDSM shit in the other room. I kissed her and removed her top whilst we were still in the lounge. She complained that she was cold so I moved her to the bedroom where it was warmer. It was around this time that she announced that she was a virgin (she even joked that she was only 16 – she wasn’t very funny) and that it was her time of the month. Super – smashing – great. I tried in vain for another hour or so, but she would not relent. I let her stay over only because I couldn’t be bothered to walk her to her bus stop and I didn’t want to pay for her uber as she wouldn’t put out. I tried again in the morning but my efforts were in vain.

I don’t think I did much wrong with this girl either – I acted on a big IOI, escalated her on the date but again she was very K and would simply take more dates. Fair enough.

A Hypergamous Minx

I opened this girl on my third and final day of approaching. As Xants and I were walking down the main strip we both saw a stunning little blonde minx walking towards us. She passed a group of guys and they all turned to watch her walk by and made noises along the line of “phhoooowar!”. I took this as my cue to open. She was about 5’4″, had a blue leather jacket on and tight white pants which showed off a very peach little arse. Unfortunately she walked straight into the Mango shop. I followed her in and waited until the security guy stopped gawping at her before I opened. The set went surprisingly well, she was very open. She was czech, a “photo model” and on closer inspection also had a cracking rack which was bursting out of a black top she wore under her jacket. This girl was a high 8 in my book. She was only in Prague for the weekend with a “friend” who was currently in a meeting so she had some free time. This was my cue to invite her for a coffee, she was hesitant. “Come on, it’s just over here, 10 minutes. I have to get back to my friend as well”. She followed.

We sat opposite each other on high stools inside TGI Fridays and both ordered double espressos. She quizzed me some more on what I was doing in Prague and I asked her what she thought of czech guys. She didn’t like them. I found out she was 27 and was from a small city just outside Prague, she only came into the big city for modelling. Moments later she told me she is actually seeing the “friend” she was waiting on and had been doing so for a few months. She still wasn’t sure if she liked him.

I suggested we go for a real drink and then her iphone X started ringing on the table in front of me, it was her “friend”. She made her excuses and we both went our separate ways, as we departed she said she’ll text me when she comes to London.

Again I don’t think I did much wrong with this set, she was just unavailable but obviously interested.

A Young Yemeni

This was a 30 second set on the Friday night. She was a very short girl with tanned skin and dark curly hair. As I stopped her she tried to keep walking but stopped momentarily once I finished my opener. Her eyes did a mini-spass and she told me that she was late to meet her friends. We exchanged numbers and I expected nothing to come of it.

I sent her the feeler a couple of hours later and she didn’t reply until the Sunday evening, my last in Prague. I pinged her on the Monday morning, the day I was leaving, on the off chance that she could meet for a coffee. To my surprise she agreed to meet.

I met her at 2pm and I’d have to leave for the airport a few hours after. I would have to pull hard if I was going to get the notch.

She arrived on time and looked very cute. I took her to the Starbucks in the palladium and got us a coffee as she got the seats. The conversation got fizzy very quickly. She asked me if I had ever taken hard drugs before admitting that when she met me she was high on coke. She liked to smoke, she liked to drink and loved crazy adventures. She was 18 and would soon be leaving Prague to go to Uni elsewhere. Inside I was thinking that it was in the bag! THEN she asked me how old I was before beginning the guessing game, she guessed 25 and gradually worked her way up. When I told her my real age I could see her deflate almost instantly, like a balloon with a small hole in it. Moments later she started playing on her phone and started making excuses as to why she had to leave straight after the coffee. That’s the joy of daygame, one moment you think the notch is in the bag, the next the girl can’t wait to get away from you.

We went our separate ways and I joined Xants for a beer in the square before he set off for his flight. I told him “I’m never telling an 18 year old my real age again!” I’ve found that in places such as Russia and Serbia that being older is a help more than a hindrance. It only seems to be Westernised girls that think it’s an issue.

Summary

It was a whirlwind trip, I knew I would have to get lucky, I didn’t. I had more emotional swings on this trip than I would on a normal trip purely down to having to pull hard and fast due to the short time frame.

I’ve decided to add a preamble to this to clear a few things up. First of all, I posted it when I was drunk. However, I did not write it when I was drunk, I hope that part is obvious.

I actually wrote the post a year ago and held off hitting publish as I knew it would trigger at least a small portion of the community and attract more haters. If it has triggered you, then I apologise, it is not meant to cause offense. This is just what I think has an influence on your daygame OUTSIDE of your actual daygame skills. It is aimed at the newbies just starting out. Despite what most coaches will tell you, most of these things DO matter and will influence how easy you find daygame. I know and am good friends with at least one daygamer who would score minus points on this survey but is still slaying it, this impresses me more and I have told him this frequently. He is getting laid despite a number of factors being against, he is playing the hand he’s dealt. You need to do the same. As you were.

How old are you?

16-18: You’re too young, enjoy being a kid. -2

19-21: You’re probably at University, party, learn some things, try not to get in too much debt. -1

22-32: You’re gaining valuable life experience. 1

33-38: This is prime SMV display time. 2

39-45: Start looking at the end-game. 1

46+: Are you still here?! 0

How tall are you?

< 5ft : Poor you. -2

5ft 1in – 8in: You need to work on other aspects. -1

5ft 9in-12in: You’re average height. 0

6ft 1in-4in: This is a big advantage. 2

> 6ft 5in: You’re a freak. -1

What race are you? This is highly dependent on the country that you’re gaming in. There are many studies claiming that intelligence, personality, social and reproductive skills vary with race. Here is one such study.

White: 2

East- Asian: 1

Indian: -2

Black: 0

What does your hairline look like?

Full head of hair with no signs of balding: 2

Thinning/receding hair: 0

No hair: -2

A Bobby Charlton combover: -3

What is your IQ? This is linked to race. High IQ is not a direct measure of intelligence. You can have an IQ of 150 and never read a book.

I’ve been back in the UK for a short while now and the first thing I have noticed is sharp spike in quality. In my first weekend back in London I was amazed at just how many sets I was seeing per hour (4 or 5) in comparison to Melbourne (1 an hour was a good day). This is despite it being almost freezing in London and Melbourne being at the end of it’s Summer.

I was in Melbin (that’s how they pronounce it there) for just under 6 months, despite all the doom n’ gloom I’ve posted on here about the place, I actually enjoyed my time there. It’s shit for daygame but the place has it’s merits. I enjoyed the coffee shops, the nice weather, the slower pace of life and the (slightly) lower risk of getting blown up or run over by a peace truck. The place grew on me as the weather improved, and as the weather improved I met more pretty girls and even had a few MLTR’s. Let’s jump straight into the stats which look pretty damn good at first glance, but as with all sets of statistics, they don’t tell the full story…

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

Date Flake

idate

D1

Near Miss

Lays

79

31.65%

6.33%

30.00%

0.00%

1.27%

7.59%

2.53%

3.80%

2.72

25

5

9

0

1

6

2

3

I did 79 sets in 6 months. That’s 13.17 per month, 3.29 per week and 0.47 sets a day. Granted I didn’t spend all this time in country, I took quite a few holidays. One was back to the UK for 3 weeks via Hong Kong for a week. I went to Bali for the best part of a week and did a couple of shorter trips to Tasmania and Sydney. So I probably only spent 5 months in the city itself.

One statistic I didn’t track, which I wish I had to put these into perspective, was the number of times I went out intentionally to daygame and didn’t even see, never mind open a single set. It was MOST times.

The 79 times I did open was across 29 sessions. That’s 2.72 sets a session or approximately 1 an hour.

Why did I open so little? Surely in a city with a population of 4 million people there will be lots more girls to open? Are my standards too high?

The simplest way to answer all of those questions is with one word. ASIANS. The place is infested with them and as I have mentioned in previous posts, I’m not the biggest fan. I have banged my fair share of em’ and the ones that I did bang I found attractive. However, I will not shed a tear if I never bang one again. If you like Asians, Melbourne may be a city for you to consider.

I got 28 contact details out of 79 of these girls. That’s 1 in 2.63. I remember clearly only 1 blowout the entire time I was there. Once you actually find a set, they’re generally very friendly. I did get a few girls telling me that they always seemed to get hit on in the CBD, however, I didn’t see many daygamers.

Out of the 28 details, 9 of them flaked at the first message, all the rest responded, 13 of them I never got out for various reasons. 6 of them I got out on dates and I banged 3 of them. That’s 1 in 26.33, advanced level if you go by the 1 in 30 metric. One was a SDDL, one was a first date lay and the other took a lot of work.

I met and dated an Aussie/Lebanese girl which I have written a couple of blog posts about here and here. She was probably the hottest girl I met there but I never got the lay despite going on FIVE dates with her. She had only ever slept with one man before (she’s 28!) and her forebrain won the day. We did everything else, she enjoyed getting fully naked and messing around for hours, which was torture for me. I was very close to just forcing it in a couple of times, but I am not a rapist, so I didn’t. Rape is bad, kids.

As we said our goodbyes she got all teary and thanked me for restoring her hope in men, she hadn’t met a decent one in over 3 years. As a hardcore alpha player I tried my hardest not to feel some emotion as she told me this, I smiled and told her that I wasn’t that special, she just needed to go to London and take a walk down Oxford street, she’d meet lots of men like me. She had no idea what I was talking about. I really liked this girl and she is definitely the type of girl I would keep around as a regular or even see exclusively if I was ever that way inclined again.

I got a couple of lays from night game, one was a rotter so I didn’t even write a blog post about her. The other was actually hot and I saw her for a repeat. The day I left she sent me the following message;

Sweet??!

In my early days I would frequently adopt the bait and switch technique for getting laid, nowadays I make it clear from the start that I am not boyfriend material and that I won’t be sticking around. It still surprises me that girls are fine with this and if you do it properly they actually thank you afterwards.

Summary

I got laid 5 times in 5 months in Melbourne, the quality was generally low but if you’re willing to put in the work you can definitely get laid. As I have mentioned before I would not recommend this city as a place to learn daygame. When you are doing so few sets you can’t wait to be “in state”, you’ll see maybe one hot girl a day and you have to be able to switch on right away. I look back fondly on my time in Melbourne but I’m glad to be back in Europe, Euro jaunt season is upon us and I have my first little jaunt coming up next weekend. I can’t fucking wait!

I’m going through a period of approach lethargy. I haven’t done a set since Valentines day, almost 3 weeks ago and I feel no apprehension, remorse or sense of scarcity because of this. This is not because there has been a lack of pretty girls around, Melbourne has pleasantly surprised me in that regard lately. This is not because I haven’t been putting myself in situations where I can open, I’ve been going out at least twice a week. This is not because my libido is dropping, I’m still as horny as ever. This is not because I have bad logistics. This is not because I am overworked, stressed, not sleeping enough or getting enough exercise. This is not because I have mouth herpes. This is most definitely not a period of daygame revulsion, I still love talking to girls and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this activity.

I think this IS because I just can’t be ARSED. I have frequently walked by pretty girls in the past few weeks and thought to myself, “that’s a good set, I could probably get her number.” Then I carry on walking, see a nice coffee shop and think “ooooh coffee, I might have a nice cup of coffee, maybe I’ll even have a cake with it.” And I find that I have quickly forgotten about that SDL opportunity that has just walked off.

The big question on my mind has been WHY can I not be arsed. I have been pondering a lot on this phenomenon as it’s very unlike me. I wasn’t worried, but I thought to myself, I know who’s probably went through this – Nick Krauser. I pinged him a message – “Did you ever go through phases where you just can’t be arsed opening?” He responded warmly saying that of course he had, his last such phase was from mid-2016 to early 2018 and continued to offer some possible explanations;

My “Climb the mountain phase may be over”

It could be temporary apathy whilst waiting for daygame season to fire up

Maybe I am the dog that has caught the car.

It could be the isolation of being on the other side of the world away from family, friends and normal comforts.

I think it is a little bit of all of the above and perhaps a few more;

I’m leaving Melbourne soon – This has curbed my enthusiasm to generate new leads as I know I have less and less time to get them out.

I’m still getting laid on a consistent basis – I have just left the Fijian’s apartment after a wild night of sex and am now getting ready for date 3 with Mary where hopefully I’ll get the +1.

I’m aloof and pretty content with my lot – I’ve banged 45 girls from daygame, and around 20 from other means since starting game 3 and a half years ago. Maybe I’m starting to get a sense of what the mPUA’s such as Jimmy Jambone and Krauser must feel when maybe you’ve simply just banged enough women. This may be the mountain that Nick was referring to… I’m not all the way there yet though.

It’s the calm before the storm – “Daygame Season” has not begun. Europe is besieged by a beast from the East and with that many vagina’s are frozen across the continent. It must be very hard to get laid up there right now, except for this lad. However, all of that will change come 20 March, the first day of Spring. As the temperature rises girls will start to walk slower, they’ll wear less clothing and the extra vitamin D will make them more likely to stop and let you try to bang them. I am fully expecting that this can’t be arsed phenomenon will be well and truly gone by then.

So fear not my dear readers, there will be more tales of debauchery soon enough. Daygame season is almost upon us!

Mary came around to my place for dinner on Saturday evening. I’d been out drinking heavily on Friday night with Steve attempting night game, it wasn’t as successful as the previous week and I was paying for my excesses all day Saturday.

She messaged me one hour before she was due to come over saying that she wanted to drive and would be going home early. I immediately downgraded my odds of getting the notch from bang on to slim to none, I was close to telling her not to bother coming as I was feeling quite rough.

She parked up at my place just before 18:30 and I greeted her as she got out of her car. She’d made quite the effort, this time in a purple dress which showed off her long legs again and some very nice black stiletto style high heels. “How the hell did you drive in those?” was my opener. “Practice” retorted Mary with a smile. We walked to my local supermarket. I picked up an old el paso fajita kit, some chicken to cook and the cheapest bottle of red wine. No expense spared.

There’s a cute girl at the check-out desk that talks to me every day, I always assumed she was just very friendly. As I went to pay with Mary in tow the check-out girl said “aaah, so you’re having a fajita night in, that’s nice”. As we departed the store Mary said to me “are you aware that the check-out girl has the hots for you?” Maybe she’s not just very friendly then.

I gave Mary a brief tour of the apartment before telling her to take off her high heels. She sat down at the dinner table and I poured us both a glass of the fancy wine before beginning the complex process of putting the pre-diced chicken in a frying pan and adding the contents of the fajita kit. Mary told me about her week and I told her about mine. It all felt very nice, like what normal people do that have dates and relationships and stuff.

I plated up the food and we had some interesting conversation, one particular point she made sticks out in memory;

Did you know that you should masturbate every two days?

What?! – as I almost choked on my chicken

Yeah, if you leave it any longer than that, it turns into proteins that are harmful and can make you crazy. Lot’s of Lebanese boys are like this, they abstain from masturbating and they’re all weird.

I never believed in that no fap stuff anyway. The topic of conversation soon returned to whether I would be extending my stay in Melbourne. Again I told her that I wouldn’t be staying but there was a slim chance I may have to return in the future. She gave me the puppy dog disappointed face. I quickly changed the subject by grabbing my guitar, sitting on the couch and starting my chick crack medley. She rushed over to sit beside me and said “wooooow, you’re really good!” I’m not. She pawed at my arm as I played and practically mounted me as I strummed away. I put the guitar down and she mounted me properly. We kissed very passionately as I grabbed her juicy ass. The balcony door was open and there was a rowdy group of drunk Aussy girls on the balcony opposite cheering us on. I pushed Mary off me and got up to close the balcony door and lower the blinds. The drunken aussies booed in disapproval before I returned to the couch saying “as you were” to Mary.

We fooled around for 20 minutes or so before she announced;

Roy, I’m still on my period

Still?! It’s been a full week

Yeah, it’s lasting longer than normal.

She wasn’t lying as I could see a little white patch through her lacy red underwear. I took her to the bedroom anyway, we kissed a lot, she was kind enough to finish me off with her mouth. She wasn’t very good at BJ’s and I had to give her little bit of advice, her low notch count was showing. After this she gave me an amazing face massage as she lay on top of me naked.

Normally people pay a lot of money for this massage… and I normally have clothes on.

It must be my lucky day

We put our clothes back on before returning to the couch and cuddling.

If you weren’t leaving, would you keep me around?

Mary was getting attached and I hadn’t even banged her. Honesty is always the best policy in these situations…

As I’ve told you I’m not looking for a relationship, but yeah, I like you, you’re a very nice girl. You’re the type of girl I’d gladly take home to meet my parents or take down the pub to show off to my friends.

She is that type of girl and I would keep her on as a regular if I was staying in Melbourne. Mary is not what I imagine a typical Australian girl to be like. Yes she obviously has the Aussy accent, but she’s incredibly feminine, very sweet and very sensual in the bedroom.

It was now pushing 10pm, Mary reminded me that she had to be up early so I walked her back to her car. I know, I’m SUCH a chode. I asked if her if she was ok to drive and she told me that she’d only had two sips of wine, I didn’t even notice. One of these days I’ll get that sober notch.

I was really bad at English in my school days – I just wasn’t interested. We read a lot of books and did comprehension tests, I hated it. We read and wrote about Shakespeare. I couldn’t understand the funny way he worded things, “why don’t they talk properly?!” I would protest to my English teacher. She was a middle aged Scottish woman (she’s dead now) who was quite possibly the ugliest woman I’ve ever seen. She had brown sideshow bob hair on top of a long but chubby sunbed wrinkled body. She always wore a grey suit and her teeth seemed to defy gravity, protruding towards you at 90 degrees from her gums. She wore bright red lipstick which would always end up smudged onto her cantilevered teeth. Despite her appearance, she was very likeable and had a vicious sense of humour. I recall her frequently roasting misbehaving students with a tirade of slurred Scottish gibberish – “Rrrrrrrrroy, will ye sshtop that the nuuuu before ah cum over there and sshmack ya!” In hindsight, she was probably an alcoholic. A Scottish alco, teaching English in Northern Ireland. There’s a joke in there somewhere.

There was only one book that I clearly remember reading and enjoying whilst I was at school; George Orwell – Animal Farm. As a 13 year old lad I remember reading that and thinking, this all sounds a bit mad, imagine living in a world run by pigs. Yet here I am as an adult abounded by madness.

I dropped English as soon as I could, at 16 years of age whilst attaining the minimum possible grade to pass GCSE level and progress to A-Levels. Then I did proper, practical subjects – Maths, Physics and Business before proceeding to University to study Engineering where I got much better grades.

I never looked back and was never much of a reader, never mind a writer. Yet here I am, on a Saturday afternoon, instead of being outside talking to girls, choosing to write about reading and writing.

So what changed?

I started talking to girls, lots of them. After talking to these girls in the street who didn’t know me from Adam, at 30 years of age I realised I was missing something. I wasn’t interesting, I didn’t have a story to tell. Since starting pick-up that has changed somewhat. I’ve travelled to more countries, met more good friends, got rid of bad friends, read more good books and had sex with many beautiful (and one or two not so beautiful) women in some crazy situations. When you do things like this you soon find that you have a story to tell, you become interesting.

As I’ve made my way down this garden path of pick-up I’ve been inspired by many modern casanovas – in chronological order – Neil Strauss, Mystery, Daygame.com, Tom Torero and Nick Krauser. He recommended one book that I am currently reading…

Stephen King – On writing

I’m only one third of the way through the book but I don’t want it to end. He has a unique style of writing – short sentences – lots of hyphens – short chapters and he uses brackets (which I thought was frowned upon in the writing community). So far he’s told his story from childhood to a 26 year old father of two who just closed his first major book deal for Carrie. Whilst telling his story he drops nuggets of gold;

Good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere… Your job isn’t to find these ideas but to recognise them when they show up.

When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.

Get rid of all unnecessary words.

It’s a great book so far and I highly recommend it. Another good one is…

I’m four fifths of the way through and it’s my second time reading it after being a test reader. I’ll post a full review when I’m done, but it’s good. It’s taking me a long time to read as it is quite technical and doesn’t flow like a novel. As with daygame mastery, it’s designed as a reference book, keep it on your shelf, introspect on your experiences with girls and then consult uncle Nick. He’s probably the most original, in-depth thinker of our time when it comes to game, finding new concepts and explaining the nuances like no-one else can. This is a not so tedious link to another book I’m reading…

Carl Jung – Modern Man in Search of a Soul

I went into a bookshop here in Melbourne and asked the shop owner if he had a book called The Archetypes and The Collective Unconscious after listening to Jordan Peterson wax lyrical about how great it was. The shop owner didn’t have it, instead he had this much shorter book. It’s been on my bedside locker for almost 3 months, it’s only 250 pages long but I still find myself a mere 97 pages in. So far he’s explained how he thinks that dream-analysis is key to understanding the subconscious, how it’s important to consider all opinions (Freud and Adler) and approaches when it comes to analysing neuroses, how no-one really knows how the brain works and that there is a whole new sector of science to be explored – he’s named it the collective unconscious. It’s quite heavy reading for a psychology layman such as myself.

As mentioned, amongst all this reading I’m doing some writing. I find it easy to bash out blog posts (especially when I get laid) explaining what’s happened in my journey. What I find more difficult is the how it happened. After some encouragement I have started this process and am roughly 8,000 words into a daygame memoir…

Everyone loves an origin story.

At this rate, I’ll reach my 80,000 word target by February 2019. I’m struggling to hit a flow state, when I’ve written something I find myself frequently deleting hundreds of words at a time. It’s my first attempt at a book and I’m attempting to make it perfect, reading about how to write then writing about writing but not actually writing. Talking to girls is a walk in the park compared to this writing stuff, which reminds me, I have to go and get ready for date 2 with this girl.

Hopefully the next blog post will be tomorrow, and I’ll be telling you about another notch, that’s much easier.

It was a Friday afternoon at the beginning of February and I was out for a lunchtime stroll on another hot day in Melbourne. I’ve been going out most lunch times for a walk lately to clear my head, most of the time I don’t bother opening, but if an opportunity presents itself I do not let it pass and this was one such occasion.

I was strolling down Swanston street appreciating the shade afforded by the shop canopies when I saw a dreamy looking brunette walking slowly in front of me. She looked good from behind with long brown hair down to just above her ass, she wore a white flowy blouse, brown baggy satin trousers and brown sandals. She proceeded at a snail’s pace so I picked up my speed to get a look from the front. She had a very pretty face with big dark brown eyes, tanned skin, big red lips and lots of little moles around her cheek bones. Her frame was slender and her legs were long, she seemed to be looking at every shop window as she ambled her way through the crowds without any urgency.

Excuuuse me, I saw you from back there and I thought you looked very cute, you seem to be very relaxed, very zen, without a care for anything in the world whilst everyone else is storming up and down the street in a hurry, it’s very refreshing

Oh, thank you

She wasn’t hooking so I carried on…

I’m guessing you are not from Melbourne, you seem to be looking around like you’ve never been here before and you don’t look typically Australian.

oh haha, I’ve lived in Melbourne my whole life but I’m from Lebanon originally. I’m not often in the CBD though, I’m here for a training course and just on lunch break at the moment

Ah, what do you do?

Acupuncture and Chinese medicine

Let me get this right, you stab people for a living?

Hahaha, yeah I guess you could say that

Well that explains why you seem to be so relaxed

She hooked and we exchanged stories for about 5 minutes before I brought the set to a close as I had to get back to work.

Mary, it’s been lovely chatting to you but I have to get back to the office

Yes, it’s been lovely talking to you too, I never do this

What, you mean talk to strangers in the street?

Yes, well no, I mean lots of guys try and talk to me when I come to the city centre but they’re always so creepy! You’re different.

Oh, thanks I guess. Well like I said, I think you’re very cute so I would like to take you out another time

Oh that would be nice

You have whatsapp?

No and I don’t feel comfortable giving out my number

Oh ok

Do you have instagram?

I do, you want to stalk me before agreeing to meet?

haha yes

I added her on instagram as we stood there and she immediately followed me back. Mary was very sweet and the fact that she wouldn’t give out her number led me to believe that she was very K. She was a maybe girl and it would take some coaxing to get her out.

I used to think getting a girl on instagram was pretty useless, but as Krauser spoke about on a recent interview he did with the lads from street attraction, it can be a very powerful DHV and can actually take a girl off the fence from not being sure about coming out on a date, to getting her out.

We text back and forth for a couple of weeks, I invited her out a few days later but she wasn’t available. I went to Bali for a holiday and this is where Instagram did the DHVing for me. I was posting pictures with friends and adding cool things to my instagram story. She was always top of my story views which means that she watched my story more than once. Mary was intrigued.

When I got back from Bali we got into a long text chat about books one evening. It was just before she went to bed and I did not invite her for a date. A couple of days later, the Thursday, I invited her out for Saturday. She was hesitant to commit so I pressed forward with logistics…

I ended up being 25 minutes late for the date due to a festival that was going on in city and all the transport links were in chaos. I told her to meet me at Flinders street station as I do with all my dates. She got there at 7.10 and I around 7.25.

She waited inside the station and would not come out until I got there, she didn’t want to stand at the common meeting point at the front of the station. Very K behaviour.

When I eventually got there I text her to come outside and my jaw almost hit the floor as she came through the turnstiles to greet me. She had put on makeup, wore a small black dress which accentuated her long tanned legs and a pair of white heels. Despite the short dress, she did not look slutty, she looked very elegant and had really made an effort. Before the date she was a solid 7, now she was pushing an 8.

Wow, you look fantastic

Thanks, you don’t look bad yourself

Sorry I’m late, I’m normally very punctual but the trams are all over the place with this White Night festival

I walked us to the same island bar on the river that I have taken all my dates to. We got a table and I got her a glass of wine and myself a beer. Straight away she told me how this was very weird for her, this was the first time she’d ever agreed to come out and meet someone that she didn’t know. She then joked that maybe that’s why she was still single.

We did the comfort fluff and I found out she was 28, still lived at home with her family and was not actually born in Lebanon, she was born in Melbourne, her dad was from Lebanon. I was disappointed as the opportunity for a new flag disappeared. However, I pressed ahead as she was still smoking hot.

She started quizzing me on how long I would be in Melbourne. I told her that I would probably only be here for another month and she was visibly disappointed. We finished our drinks and went for a walk further down the river.

Everywhere was packed due to the festival in the city, as we walked I grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind me through the crowds of people. She squeezed my hand back as I did so.

I found us another bar on the river, we sat at a high table with stools facing each other. She got a cocktail and I another beer. I started the questions game and her first question was;

Do you want to stay in Melbourne?

Haha haven’t you already asked me that?

No, I asked you when you were staying until

I was as honest as I could be and told her that I missed living in the UK, I witheld the main reason i.e. there are more hot women. I told her about how I missed watching Manchester United, I missed being able to jump on a flight for a weekend trip to Europe, I missed my friends.

As we spoke I dropped spikes every few minutes as I stroked her legs, she had put moisturizer on them so they were very soft and she didn’t seem to mind this, in fact she told me it felt nice.

I asked her why she was single and she told me that she was very indecisive when it came to men. She had only ever had one serious boyfriend and had been on a couple of tinder dates but they never went anywhere. This was her first date in over a year. Her notch count must have been very low.

Mary told me how she wasn’t sure if she wanted to boyfriend or just to have some fun before finding a relationship. I had her firmly in the K-box but could be persuaded to have one last adventure before settling with a chode, I had a window.

It was now almost 9.30pm and we could hear fireworks going off down the river. I paid up the bill and we walked arm in arm back up towards the fireworks. As we walked I found a gap in the stream of people, pulled her to one side and pulled her in for the kiss. She was surprisingly all in, with tongues and kissing very passionately and fast.

We watched the fireworks and I joked how this was the cheesiest possible first date, kissing as fireworks went off by a river. As we stood there her vagina was pressed against my hard dick, she clearly felt it and said;

We can’t do anything tonight

Why, you have your period, or is it a rule?

It’s both

It was now around 10pm and she told me that she would get the 10.30pm train home. She asked me if I was disappointed and I told her that I didn’t expect anything more. We walked around the city looking at the White Night exhibitions until it was time for her to catch her train.

I tried to seed the next date by suggesting I cook her dinner at my place, she seemed keen but told me that she was a vegetarian. I joked that it wasn’t going to work out between us.

Well, you don’t have to cook for me, I’m sure we can think of other things to do

I don’t usually write up night game lays as there’s normally not much game involved, I’m usually pretty drunk and the quality of the girls I pull at night time is significantly lower than what I get from daygame. This story is different…

It was Friday at around 5:30pm as I departed the office without much planned for the weekend. I declined invitations from colleagues to go for beers in the sun and instead opted to join an old friend from my hometown who has been living in Melbourne for the last 8 years.

This friend, let’s call him Steve, is someone I used to get on really well with at school but we drifted our separate ways as the years have passed. He’s a salesman and has what us gamers would call “natural game”, he’s funny, jacked, always has a hot girlfriend (he’s currently dating a Lebanese 8) and has no idea about game, in other words, he’s a wanker. I frequently call him this. I went out for drinks with him a few weeks back and he did a stellar job of winging me as I gamed a 5 and he laughed his head off as I left him at the bar to go back to her place. Not one of my proudest moments as a man of game.

I met up with Steve at around 6pm and we went to a rooftop bar and drank a few beers as I filled him in on the debauchery I got up to on a recent trip to Bali [1] . We bumped into a couple of his male ex-colleagues and I got to know them quite well. They started telling me stories about their love lives and I felt genuinely sorry for them, despite being funny, good looking guys, they reeked of pussy repellent.

After an hour or so Steve’s friends departed and Steve told me he had to go to a friends birthday party in another part of town. It was now around 8pm and I told Steve that I would just go home and have an early night. He told me to come with him and I wasn’t keen at all. Then he said;

Roy, my friend is gay, all his friends are girls and they’re all pretty hot

SOLD!

We jumped on a train to the other side of town and went to a fairly upmarket bar/club. As we arrived Steve greeted the birthday boy as well as lots and lots of girls, he wasn’t lying. Steve introduced me to them all and as I went to the bar to get us both a drink he leaned into me and said;

Roy, the blondie in the black heels is single and I think she likes you

I know Steve, she’s been IOIing me since we got here

What?

Never mind

I proceeded to talk to the blondie as Steve held court with the rest of the group, this must be what they call social circle game. The blondie was nice, a solid 7 but I found her a little boring. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and I stood there alone leaning against a wall opposite the bar. I noticed a black girl and a cute little Indian looking girl standing at the bar laughing quite loudly. The short Indian looked in my direction and I had no hesitation in walking straight over to the pair of them and announcing;

Excuse me young ladies, I’m a member of the fun police and you girls look like you’re having waaaaay too much fun!

oooooh hahahaha we’re sorry

The cheesy old school lines still have their place in a players repertoire. I was in and both girls seemed to like me. I found out fairly quickly that the Indian looking girl, let’s call her Kerry, was single and the black girl had a boyfriend. This was perfect as Kerry was my target.

The black girl excused herself to go to the toilet and I was alone with Kerry, we laughed and giggled as the blondie stood across the bar in a huddle with her friends glancing over every now and then wondering what was going on.

Why do those girls keep looking over?

Ah, they’re just my friends colleagues, he knows everyone in this bar it seems, I thought you were one of them.

No, I don’t know anyone here except my friend that went to the toilet.

I don’t remember much of what I prattled on about but the vibe was electric, she looked at me with fuck me eyes for the entire conversation and it didn’t take me long to get a boner. I glanced over Kerry’s shoulder and saw her friend coming back, her friend looked at me, smiled and walked in the other direction to give me and Kerry more time together. Good girl.

I chatted some more with Kerry finding out that she was born in Fiji, was in her late 20’s, a lawyer and had a passion for travelling. In my tipsy state I thought she was an 8 [2]. We shared some travel stories and before long she started to wonder where her friend went. I told her not to worry, maybe she was tired and went home. All of this happened in about 10 minutes from when I opened her, then she announced;

I don’t normally do this, but I want you to come back to my place

Oh, where do you live?

It’s about 10 minutes away in an uber

Let’s go

I ordered us an uber and as we departed I said goodbye to Steve who was now stood with the blondie. He looked at me with a wry smile and said “see you later, dick head.”

As we travelled towards Kerry’s place in the uber my mind wandered to an episode of Black Mirror[3] that I watched recently where a nerdy guy had a dating coach giving him advice in his ear as he opened girls in a bar. He opened a two set and one of the girls looked fucking crazy, a man after my own heart. This girl invited the nerd back to her place and the dating coach thought his work was done. The nerd lay on the bed while the girl poured the drinks. She mounted him on the bed and forced him to down the drink. It killed him. I told her this story and she told me not to worry, she wouldn’t kill me, at least straight away.

Luckily I am still alive to tell the tale and my dalliances with crazy bitches has not killed me, yet.

Kerry had a very nice apartment and was clearly financially comfortable. She poured me a whiskey and I made sure to have a look at the bottle, it was Johnny Walker Blue, didn’t look poisonous. She had a vodka.

We sat on the couch chatting and before long we were kissing and down to our underwear. I tried to fuck her on the couch but she insisted that we go to the bedroom. I threw on a condom and fucked her very hard, this girl liked it rough. Her bed was possibly the comfiest I have ever slept on so I invited myself to stay the night as I gave her the debrief.

I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex with me “as soon as you came over to us, it showed so much confidence, I wish more guys would do it.”

I banged her raw dog a few more times in the morning (I only carry one condom in my wallet) before we went for breakfast. I might actually see this girl again.

We are just over 6 weeks into the new year and I have now collected the Kiwi, Sudanese, Balinese [4] and now Fijian flags. Melbourne may not have the best quality, but at least it has some exotic flags.

[1] I went there to catch up with some friends, but with a couple of days to go I downloaded Tinder. I got lots of matches and the quality was strangely high. I banged two of em’, one of which I paid for and it was worth it. The other one acted as a tour guide for me showing me around the island as I rode shotgun on her scooter. Alpha.

I banged my first black girl since March 2016 last night. Most guys I know aren’t a fan of the black booty but I get the jungle fever every once in a while. I’ve slept with quite a few black girls now, most of them pre-game when I lived in South Africa and they all had one thing in common; they were great in the sack. They all had big lips, big asses and were great at blow-jobs. They all seemed to be sweet and innocent (except this one) until I got them into the bedroom where they would turn into filthy animals. Here is the latest story…

It was 6pm on Friday evening as I departed the office having resisted the urge to go for beers with colleagues. It was a perfect evening for daygame, around 22 degrees, no wind and the Sun would not set until 8.30pm.

As I walked towards Swanston street I spotted a very hot little Vietnamese looking girl walking in my direction, she was short but had a body like an hourglass and a very pretty face. I opened, had a great set only for her to tell me she was actually on her way to meet her boyfriend who she lives with. I was disappointed but as I departed she thanked me for having the balls to talk to her, it’s always good to hear this.

I carried on and was opening every 10 minutes, it was the most quality I had seen in Melbourne to date. I didn’t close any of them as they all seemed to have boyfriends, or at least they said they did. That was until I saw the black girl.

I spotted her as I waited for some pedestrian crossing lights to turn green, she was at the other side of the road. She was relatively tall, probably the same height as me, had long black hair, a black tank top, skin tight white pants and black plimsoles. From the other side of the road she looked like an 8 to me.

The lights went green to cross and I examined her face as she got closer, it was young but not the best, her teeth looked a little crooked so I dropped her a couple of points as I let her pass me by. I turned my head to check her out from behind and then I saw the big booty, I could see the outline of what looked like a red thong through the white fabric of her spray on pants. She went back up a point and I instantly got a boner, it wasn’t a DNA tug but I really wanted to bang her so I turned about and made chase.

I got in front of her and I don’t actually recall what I said to her. I just remember that she had a very nervous smile and took a step back as I was rattling through my stack. When she eventually spoke I was surprised to hear that she had an Australian accent. We spoke for 5 minutes and she never really seemed to relax.

She was born in Sudan and moved to Australia with her family when she was 12. I complimented her on her physique and told her that she must be a gym freak as I poked her bicep. She returned the compliment and told me that I looked like I’d been working out as well, finally someone noticed! Despite all this, each time I tried to inch inwards she would back off. I asked her what she was up to and she told me that she was on her way to meet her friend for dinner. I told her I’d like to take her out another time and we exchanged numbers.

As I walked away I was certain it was going to go only one of two ways; she would block me OR I would bang her, nothing in between. I carried on my merry way and put her to the back of my mind as I carried on opening other girls. Then at just before 8pm, she text me first…

It was clearly going to be the latter and as you can see from my texting, I wasted no time in nudging things in that direction.

It was almost 9pm before she turned up as she got a little lost. As we walked back up Swanston street lots of male heads would turn in our direction, I clearly wasn’t the only one who noticed her ass.

I walked us to the same rooftop bar I took the kiwi to and we sat opposite each other on a small table. I asked for a pint of beer and the soy boy waiter informed me that they only served “pots”, these are half pints. I begrudgingly got one and she ordered a cocktail.

We did the comfort fluff, I found out she was 25, the eldest of 7 siblings and was doing a part time finance course whilst working as a waitress. Her family had left Sudan due to a war between the Muslims and the Christians, she was a Christian. I let her tell me her sob story before telling her that my mother told me never to talk about politics, religion or exes on a first date. She giggled and finally seemed like she was starting to relax.

We finished our drinks and tried a couple of other venues nearby but they were all packed and noisy due to it being Friday night. I walked us to an old mans pub and it was perfectly quiet and there was a booth free at the back. I got the drinks in again and we sat beside each other in the booth. I started the questions game and her first question was “what do you want from this?”.

I told her that I hadn’t set out with any particular goal in mind (I had), but that I wanted to take it as it went, live life in the moment and if something happens it happens, if not, so be it, blah blah blah. She lapped it up.

I kissed her shortly after this and her big juicy lips were ravenous. We had one more drink as we carried on with questions and kissed a few more times. She started complaining of back pain and I suggested that we go back to mine, she could stretch out on the couch as I played the guitar.

She initially said no before changing her mind 5 minutes later. As we departed the bar I hailed a cab and we were in my apartment within 10 minutes.

As she came in she took her shoes off voluntarily and plonked herself down on the couch and lay on her back. I got us another drink before playing a couple of tunes on the guitar as she lay there.

I put the guitar down and grabbed her hand “I can sort your back pain out”. She followed and lay face down on my bed as I gave her a back massage. I lifted her top to put some lube on her back and she undid her own bra as it opened from the front and took it off at the same time as her tank top. I carried on with the massage for a couple of minutes before rolling her over and kissing her.

Soon afterwards all our clothes were off and she proceeded to give me one of the best blow-jobs I’ve ever had. I made sure to put on a condom before I banged her doggy style and took great pleasure in spanking that great big ass as I did so.

She was pretty keen to get home straight after this as she still lives with her parents and it was now after 2am. I ordered her an uber and off she went into the night.

The second month of the New Year has just begun and I’ve captured two new flags so far. Melbourne is still shit.

Despite my constant moaning about the dearth in quality here in Melbourne, my first 10 sets of the year have gone rather well. Here’s a rare glimpse at my spreadsheet;

I’ve been doing a few sets here and there without really going out of my way to “do daygame”. So far I’ve closed 7 out of 10, more than half of these flaked, I’ve got one of them out on a date and got the lay. Here’s the story…

It was Thursday afternoon, around 1pm. I wasn’t that busy at work so I decided to escape the office to go out for a walk. I wasn’t out to “do daygame”. I still find it weird when I’m not in my daygame uniform, it feels incongruent. I like to present myself to girls as the fast sex guy but if I’m in formal office wear this can only lead to confusion for the girl.

It was an unseasonably hot day in Melbourne, but we won’t get into a climate change debate here. As I left the confines of the air conditioned office and stepped into the hot, dry 39oC heat I felt the sweat beads forming on my forehead and arm pits almost instantly. I rolled my sleeves up, undid my top button, put my ray bans on and proceeded to Walker Walk as slow as a tortoise down Bourke Street towards Swanston.

I was somewhere between code yellow and orange as Krauser defines it on page 108 of his new book, Daygame Infinite. I was checking out every girl but I wasn’t going to throw myself in front of any buses. She had to be;

a 7 or above

not Asian

not a fat hipster

not walking fast as it was too hot to chase

With these criteria in mind I let every girl pass me by for the first 15 minutes. I could now feel the sweat forming on my lower back as my shirt started sticking to it, it was time to start walking back to the office and plug back in. As I made my way back I spotted a cute brunette walking towards me. She wore brown sandals, had bronze legs atop of which she wore a pink flowery dress. It showed a little bit of cleavage and she was wearing a brown leather backpack. She was walking slowly and seemed to be looking at everything around her like it was the first time she’d seen it. PERFECT.

I let her pass and there was no IOI, I turned and started walking a little faster to get in front of her.

Excuuuuse me

Yes?

I have to tell you something a liiiiiittle bit cheeky – I took off my sunglasses

I saw you pass me by and I thought you looked very cute, you looked very peaceful, like you were on your way to sit in a park read a classic novel

She removed her sunglasses to reveal big green eyes that were mid spazz. She’d only said one word so far but she was hooked.

Thank you! I wish, but I’m actually just on my lunch break and am wondering what to eat

We proceeded into chit chat about each others jobs and what we were doing in Melbourne. It turned out she was a paralegal from New Zealand and had been in the city for just over a year. Even though the topic of conversation was rather trivial there was a fizz, this girl was very bubbly and loved the fact that I opened her. I told her I had to get back to the office so I took her number and we went our separate ways.

I pinged her as I was about to leave the office later that day on the off chance that I could get her out. She had already gone home but was very responsive, I proposed meeting the next day, Friday and she agreed.

Friday was another hot day so I pinged her in the afternoon to confirm the date. She was keen.

I got to the station a couple of minutes late and she arrived soon after. She wore brown corked high heels and a white dungaree short outfit type thing. It showed off her brown legs and I could see her white bra straps poking out the side of the dungaree suspenders. She wore make-up and had clearly made an effort. I got an instant boner, this girl had turned from a low 7 in set to a solid 7 and I wanted to bang her.

I walked us to the same bar on the river that I took the Indian [1] to and we sat on stools overlooking the river. I got the drinks in and began the comfort fluff. I asked her why she’d moved to Melbourne and she said;

Well, it’s kind of a fucked up story, maybe I’ll tell you later

Oh ok

Anyway so do you go on dates often? I haven’t been laid properly in 4 years

I was mid-swig of my beer bottle and I almost choked on it.

Wow, wow, wow young lady! Let me explain to you how dates work. We have one drink, get to know each other better, if we like each other then we go for another drink in a more secluded place and maybe then we start discussing this sort of stuff.

As I explained my basic date model to her I contemplated bouncing her straight back to my place after the first drink. I probably could have got away with it but it was still only around 8.30pm and I fancied a few drinks.

We carried on chatting and got on great. I found out she had just turned 27, lived with another girl not far from my place and didn’t have many friends in the city. This girl was very funny and is the type of girl you could just hang out and have a laugh with, not that I would do such an alien activity. As we finished the first drink I excused myself and went to the toilet. I came back and noticed that she had taken her heels off and put them on the floor. I picked them up and said;

Come on, let’s go

But where?!

Just follow me

She excitedly put her heels back on and grabbed my arm as I walked us out of the bar. At this point I’m thinking that the notch is in the bag and all I had to do is not fuck it up. I walked us to a secret cocktail bar that only allows 10 people in at a time. We were the only people there and she was very impressed with the venue. We each got a cocktail and she offered to pay, I told her to put her card away.

I told her how I liked her vibe, she seemed very bubbly and was a pleasure to be around. Then the skeletons started to show;

Well this is all just an act.

What do you mean?

I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve been suffering from depression for years, I’m just very good at hiding it.

I felt that weird mix of emotions which I am beginning to experience all too often – pity mixed with arousal. I knew the fact that this girl was a little bit broken would probably make for great sex.

I’m impressed you are telling me. It’s not uncommon nowadays, my little brother has been suffering with it for years. I keep trying to get him to see a therapist every time I go home but he won’t listen.

I’ve been to therapy a lot and it has helped. A year ago I would never have come out on a date like this, I couldn’t even talk to people. I’m better now than I used to be but every now and then I get really down and take lots of coke and cry in my bedroom alone.

I empathised a bit more before grabbing her cocktail and taking a sip. She playfully punched me saying “hey, that’s mine!”. The vibe lifted again. We finished the cocktails and it was now around 9.30pm.

I walked us to another venue where we had another drink on a balcony. We sat at the corner of a table overlooking the street. She started to speak about politics and I gave her my usual line;

My mother told me never to speak about religion, politics or past relationships when meeting a woman.

I grabbed her neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She was all in, lots of tongue in what was quite a small and busy venue. Heads turned in our direction. I pushed her back and looked away.

Wow, that was good

Yeah, I probably should have done that earlier – I called out my own bad game.

As we finished the drinks I looked at the time on my phone, it was now 10:45pm. I told her that it was almost my bed time. She said that she should probably go home too.

Well, let’s go back to my place for one more, I can play you a few songs on my guitar, you can sing along

Ooooooh you play guitar?! Let’s go

No resistance. I ordered an uber and it was waiting outside as we left the venue. As we got into my place I told her she had to take her shoes off before I gave her a tour of the apartment. She sat on the couch and I poured us some wine. I picked up the guitar and played the usual medley of chick crack songs, she was practically drooling.

Soon after her white dungarees were on the floor and I was fingering her vigorously as she screamed with pleasure, this girl was LOUD. I got undressed and tried to bang her on the couch but she insisted on going to the bedroom. The sex was probably up there in my top 5 bangs. She didn’t have an aesthetically stunning body but she had a great ass, and a little bit of meat which was great for spanking. We fucked for over an hour before I collapsed in an exhausted sweaty mess. I offered her to stay over but she insisted on leaving. Good girl.

I asked her the usual post-sex questions and she told me that there was no specific moment when she decided she wanted to have sex, it just felt natural. She left soon afterwards and I sent out the +1 texts to the lads. Mr W queried if she was an Ozzie, I informed him that she was from New Zealand at the same time as realising that I had captured a new flag. Maybe Melbourne ain’t so bad after all.

Another year has passed and I’m still running around talking to girls. I thought I’d be losing the thrill of the chase by this point, but at three and a half years and 2,787 sets into my journey, it feels like I’m just getting to the good part…

Bitcoin level volatility. That’s how I’d sum up 2017 in three words, especially compared to 2016 which was more like an ISA savings account with slow and steady returns. I endured my longest dry spell of three and a half months at the beginning of 2017 before going on a 3 month Eurojaunt where I banged a new girl every 6.29 days. After this madness I returned to the home of daygame for a couple of months to rack up a few more before I was exiled to Melbourne (daygame prison) for the last quarter of the year. I carried on daygaming but to no avail claiming only one notch down under, granted I only did 38 sets, but that was across 20 odd sessions (I don’t tally the sessions where I don’t open, which was a lot in Melbourne). I found more joy when I visited Hong Kong for an 8-day last hurrah in December, adding two late notches to the tally. Despite a year of severe ups and downs and daygaming in 9 different cities, the overall results weren’t too bad; in fact they were pretty good, maybe not Bitcoin good…

This post is my first time comparing 2016 to 2017 and I am pleasantly surprised to see improvement, especially since I was telling Mr W over dinner last night that I did better in 2016. However, every percentage is higher in 2017. The flake count is a false comparison as I only started counting flakes towards the end of 2016, I am certain I got less flakes in 2017. I did 118 fewer approaches in 2017 but banged the same number of girls as in 2016. The biggest difference is highlighted on the second column from the end.

Near Misses

8 of the 12 were on my Eurojaunt where time was not my friend. I would often get the girl to the precipice before her forebrain would remind her that I wouldn’t be sticking around. I eventually converted the near miss in Melbourne and the other 3 were girls passing through in London. Most girls have a line in the sand that they will not pass no-matter how good the seduction is. I think I took most of these girls further than they wanted and others not far enough, perhaps with tighter game I could have converted a few more. I can also clearly remember 3 other girls that I got back to my bedroom but I did not add them to the near miss tally as I never felt I was close to sex. I was pulling harder and faster than I previously had the balls to do in 2017. Most players will go through this stage before getting fed up of the near misses and looking to find a nice little K girl to settle with.

Now back to statwank;

My approach to close (numbers and facebook) was 1 in 3.22. This is bloody good if I don’t say so myself.

My close to flake ratio was 1 in 2.73. Not so good.

My close to date flake ratio was 1 in 13.8. This is horrendous, 20 girls agreed to dates and didn’t turn up, almost all of these were in Moscow and this is the reason I will never return there. EVER. Whores. Yes, I’m still fuming 6 months later. OK, OK, maybe I’ll go back one day for a revenge mission.

My approach to date ratio was 1 in 19.6. This is decent.

My approach to lay ratio was 1 in 51.88. The pro’s say advanced daygamers should be aiming for 1 in 30. Guess I still have a ways to go.

But Roy, you’re making my head hurt with all these numbers, isn’t it time to stop keeping stats and just go with feelz like all the top players do?

I find it easy to keep stats and so I will carry on keeping them. I don’t understand how others find it so difficult, perhaps it would hurt their ego (or business) if others knew the harsh reality. I haven’t seen many of the top players share ACCURATE statistics or lay reports throughout the year so I am always hugely jealous slightly sceptical when I see fellas pop up with stats up at the end of the year that are way better than mine. Especially when some report an approximate approach count that varies by a range of 200. TWO HUNDRED, I understand a range of perhaps 50, or even 100, but 200? This obviously makes a big difference to your approach to lay ratio, mine would be 1 in 38 if I rounded down by two hundred sets, that Ian fella in Poland would be at 1 in 4.38!

It’s fine to call yourself an advanced daygamer after 14 months in the game, kudos, you go for it, but the stats, if you kept them may tell a different story. Adversely, you may think you’re not doing so well and then surprise yourself when you look at your stats, like me in this post. Your perception of yourself probably doesn’t match reality, especially in the eyes of a hot young girl. I understand if you know your stats are shit and you’d rather bury your head in the sand, that’s fine. What grinds my gears is the charlatans that set false expectations for the new guys. That’s that little rant over with, back to me.

Here’s a run-down of the 22 lucky ladies in chronological order, with links to the relevant blog posts, HB rating, and age.

That’s 22 in total, one less than last year. 17 from daygame, 4 nightgame and 1 from Tinder. There are two girls that weren’t worth a blog post; The first was night game in Moscow. She opened me and asked me to take her home immediately, I obliged. The other was tinder in Melbourne. She was actually a really nice girl that I banged a few more times before she got super clingy, I should have saw this coming as she told me she was looking for a husband on the first date. So, despite one less notch than in 2016, I think my game has improved significantly and the stats back this up.

What helped?

Dry Spell

When Xants and I boarded the plane to Belgrade I was chomping at the bit to get there. I was hungrier than a refugee in Paris lion in the African bush that hadn’t killed in months and I was convinced there was nothing wrong with my game. This could have been sheer delusion but my results in Belgrade seemed to back up my self-assessment. Equally you could say that 3 months of hibernation may have helped, I may have had the hunger after such a long time off, but my game would not have been as sharp.

Taking Time off Work

12 of the 22 notches were during the Eurojaunt. So there is no doubting that if your main purpose is to go out all day every day doing daygame that you will probably bang a load of birds. Looking back though, there is no way I could have sustained this lifestyle and I don’t think I could kept banging birds at that rate if I did it for a whole year. I would need some sort of side job to take my mind off the daygame, and obviously give me some beer money. I still haven’t cracked this cookie yet, so 2018 will see me returning to the office and taking jaunts when I can.

Good Wings

As I mentioned in my Jaunt Review, a wing can make or break a trip. If you enjoy their company you will have a blast even when you’re not on the street. If they’re annoying you then your vibe on the street will be off and you will hate your time off the streets. I’ve been lucky in this regard, not just on jaunts but also in London, Manchester and Dublin down the years. I also know a weirdo when I see one and proceed to avoid them like the plague, this helps.

Enjoying the process

I have rubbished this idea in the past, you shouldn’t be enjoying it, you should be out there GRINDING, only with maximum effort comes maximum reward. Perhaps I have Krauser to thank for making me realise this, but you should never be walking down the street with a scowl on your face and then opening girls. They sense it immediately and you come across as a weirdo. Looking back at my dry spell, I was probably guilty of this stomping around freezing cold London demanding that girls be nice to me. If you have a wing, make each other laugh even if you’re bastardising a song or saying the same Father Ted joke for the 50th time. If you’re solo, do whatever it is that will keep you amused, speak to someone selling a dodgy iphone, listen to Joe Rogan, listen to heavy metal, click your fingers and point like a crazy person, whatever it is that will keep you out of your head.

Calibration

It seems like common sense to me now that there’s no point opening a girl who is sprinting down the street with her phone in her ear, or a girl who’s crying her eyes out, or a girl on a bicycle. I have done all of those things in the past and guess where they went? NOWHERE. I now have a much better idea if the girl will stop, don’t get me wrong, if a 9 runs down the street, I’m still opening her. But there’s no point throwing yourself in front of every bus only to get another blowout, it saps your vibe.

Sets, Lots of them

This may seem to contradict my last point, but I have done the thousand sets of pain already and yes, you should open pretty much everything until that’s over and done with. But now when I go into set I have no idea what I’m going to say to the girl until I get in front. The idea of doing this used to petrify me. But as with any skillset, if you practice it enough you will pick up the nuances, add your own patterns and everything will start to feel natural. So go on then, DO SOME SETS.

Highlights

4 girls in 10 days (3 in the last 3 nights) in Belgrade

Banging my first 17 year old and she didn’t speak a word of English.

There were a few of the girls I really liked

Lowlights

I didn’t enjoy it when the D6 Kiev cut me off after I kicked her out post-sex. I actually liked hanging out with her and would have seen her again.

Moscow

There was one very fucked up moment when I got some terrible news in Kiev. I’ll keep that for a memoir.

What next?

Unfortunately I will be in daygame prison for the first quarter of 2018, I’ll do some sets but game will take a back seat while I focus on other things. So don’t expect much action from this blog.

I left Hong Kong a few days ago now and have been mulling over whether I actually like the place or not. It’s no Belgrade, but overall I liked it…

Why?!

The first question you may ask is why did I go there if I don’t like Asian Girls? Well, I was travelling back to the UK from Australia and they haven’t figured out how to do that in one flight (yet) so I had to stopover somewhere. The options I was offered were Hong Kong or Abu Dhabi. I went with Hong Kong as I was more likely to spot a set as the girls wouldn’t be hidden underneath a burka. The weather is typically mild, around 20oC in December which is perfect for daygame. I figured anywhere was a step up from Melbourne in terms of quality, even if it was an Asian country, and I had never been to Asia so I thought it would at the very least be an interesting place to see.

I went there with very low expectations and did not put myself under any pressure to get laid. It was a daygame trip, but if I decided I didn’t like it I would just do things normal tourists do, like hiking, sightseeing, eating Hello Kittys, or whatever it is that they do. None of that happened.

The City

As I took my initial walk around the city one thought dominated my mind – this place is bonkers. There seemed to be billions of little Asian people condensed onto narrow footpaths, they wandered around aimlessly whilst simultaneously having their faces glued to their mobile devices. It annoyed me initially when they kept bumping into me and walking off without apologizing, but as the days past I seemed to flow with the masses, it helped that I was looking where I was going and anticipated that they wouldn’t do the same.

The city has its quirks such as the lack of coffee shops and bars, the fact that it’s normal to have your shower on top of your toilet and your toilet about a metre away from your bed took some getting used to. However, there were a few things I liked. There is a nice balance between local and western food available, the transport links are great and they work, the cost of living is cheap compared to Melbourne. The people are generally friendly, locals living in the same apartment block as me would frequently speak to me in English in the lift. As well as friendly people it had some pretty girls dotted about the city which brings me nicely onto the daygame.

The Daygame

The quality was more or less as to be expected, a sea of 6’s which is about 5 points better than what I had become accustomed to in Melbourne. I am not a fan of Asian girls in general so it took me a while to fish out the diamonds from the rough, and there were definitely a few diamonds, one of which I wrote about here. One thing that was very obvious to me was the complete lack of IOI’s, I wasn’t shiney there and got only one the entire trip. Seven had recently been there and has a fairly similar opinion to me and (creepily) almost the exact same stats.

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

Date Flake

idate

Date

Near Miss

Lays

32

25.00%

6.25%

30.00%

10.00%

3.13%

6.25%

0.00%

6.25%

8.00

8

2

3

1

1

2

0

2

I opened 32 girls in total on an 8 day solo trip. The first three days I did 10 a day and on the 4th I did 2. Halfway through the second day it already started to feel like a grind as I was walking round sometimes for over an hour before I found a girl I wanted to talk to. This was my longest solo jaunt to date and I wouldn’t have minded a wing to chat shit with during the vast expanses of time between sets.

Of these lucky 32 ladies, I got 10 contact details which is a fairly good return of 1 in 3.2. Generally I found that if I got past the opener I almost always closed. The challenge was getting them to stop as more than half the girls would run away due to either being scared shitless, not interested, or genuinely in a hurry. It was mostly the first one though.

Of these 10 even luckier women only 3 of them chose not to reply. Of the 7 women who did reply, 1 was a girl I idated and never got out again, another was a cute air hostess who wanted to meet on my last night but I had already made plans, the other 3 made their excuses and the remaining two were the luckiest of all, they got banged!

The main reasons the girls cited for not meeting up (apart from being on their period) was that they were busy with Christmas activities. I’m pretty sure if it was any other time of the year I would have had more dates and probably more notches.

Is it Daygame on Easy (White God) mode?

Well if you look solely at mine and Seven’s stats, it may seem that way. However, we’ve both been playing this game for a while now and we probably got a bit lucky. I expected to get more than one IOI and the one local girl I banged was an outlier and even then it took me 3 dates to get the notch. That coupled with the low quality means that I probably wouldn’t go back there for daygame. But if you’re into your Asians then Hong Kong is definitely for you, I’ll stick to Eastern Europe.

This is a short story about one of my easiest notches ever. The only challenge was getting her out…

It was my first day full in Hong Kong. I was bobbing around Causeway bay buzzing with new city enthusiasm and optimism. I’d done 5 sets already by this point and collected a couple of numbers. As I walked past the istore I decided to haggle with a local who was selling dodgy iphone 10s directly outside the shop. I didn’t buy one in the end. As I walk away iphoneless I spot a short brunette throwing me a ridiculous IOI, it was my first IOI of the day and I jumped on it.

She was mousy, about 5’ 5”, with brown hair down to her shoulders, her skin was tanned and her eyes were dark brown. She wore a black leather jacket covering a white woolly jumper, a black mini-shirt and high heels. She had a meaty ass and short chunky legs; I score her 6.5 on the HB index.

I get in front of her and deliver the opener. I tell her that she’s cute and she carries on walking past me with a big smile on her face. She looked confused and didn’t really know what was going on. I carried on with my stack and she stopped and turned to me;

There’s no way you’re from HK, I’m guessing somewhere more exotic like Thailand

Yes, I from Bangkok

Interesting, I’ve never been there but lots of my friends go there to party

Where are you from?

I’m from Ireland but I live in Australia

Ooooooh that’s so cool, you travel a lot

They say it broadens the mind

I must go meet friend now for dinner

I take her number and send her a whatsapp message with my name before she goes on her merry way. The set lasted around 2 minutes. She messaged me back as I walked off and carried on messaging me that evening asking more questions about how long I would stay and why I came here alone. She was keen.

Over the next few days I would invite her out 3 times, each time she would agree and then cancel either at the agreed meet-up time or even after. The times on the screenshots are not correct as I was in a different time zone when they were sent.

As you can see she cancelled twice citing her period as an excuse, this was a first for me and quite frankly I found it refreshing. She clearly (and correctly) assumed that we would be meeting up for sex. So after her cancelling twice I eventually invited her for Lunch as it was now my last day in HK and I had agreed to spend my last evening with Ellen.

She eventually turned up and looked Down to Fuck (DTF) straight away. She arrived at the meeting point dressed all in black, a black boob tube, black mini-skirt and black high heels. It was the middle of the afternoon but she looked dressed for the evening.

I went to give her a kiss on the cheek and she kissed me on the lips and said “hello honey, how are you”. As I walked her to a bar close to my place she told me that I looked sexy and apologised for messing me around. I had never experienced a girl so DTF on a first date, I contemplated walking her straight to my apartment but just couldn’t do it.

We sat down at the corner of a table, her leg was rubbing up against mine and she couldn’t stop trying to kiss me. I ordered a beer and she got a cocktail. She drank hers slowly, I practically downed my pint and then proceeded to drink hers. We were in and out of the bar within 20 minutes and walking to my flat.

We got inside and I poured us both a glass of water. Soon after this the clothes were off, I chose to put on a condom (if she was this easy for me, I assumed she had a pretty high notch count) and we had sex. As soon as I finished she rolled over and started playing on her phone. From meet to sex was just under 45 minutes, pretty sure that’s my fastest pull to date.

I didn’t bother with the debrief questions, I was now wondering to myself “what is an acceptable amount of time to kick a girl out after sex?” 10 minutes later I told her I had things to do, she got dressed and went on her way. As I threw the condom in the bin I noticed it was a bit bloody, she wasn’t lying about the period.

This was most definitely a yes girl and there was no game involved on my part. But, a notch is a notch, and yes, I do keep a count of these.

This is a long story [1] about another crazy girl. I like these types of girls because they are typically a great lay, but as I found out with this girl and others in the past, it’s not always as a simple as that…

It was Saturday evening and my second full day in Hong Kong. Things were going OK but I wouldn’t go as far to say that I was enjoying myself. I’d done 6 sets so far that day in 4 hours, despite what felt like a billion people on the street, I really struggled to find girls I would bang, never mind ones that I was attracted to.

I was standing in the square outside the World Trade Centre in Causeway bay feeling quite dejected. I’d been texting Xants earlier in the day berating myself for having come to HK in the full knowledge that I don’t like Asian girls. He said the following…

Words of encouragement from Xants

It spurred me on and he ended up being more or less right. I looked up from my phone and spotted a relatively tall Asian girl with jet black hair, pale white skin, black eye make-up, red lipstick, a black leather jacket, black skirt, black tights and long black boots walking quickly in my direction. She was hot, a comfortable 7, perhaps even an 8. She didn’t recognise my existence but it’s easily the hottest girl I’d seen so far in HK so I had to go for it.

Set – Saturday 16 December

Excuuuuuse me

Yes?

I hope you speak English

Yes a little

Well, I saw you running towards me and I thought you looked very pretty, however, you look very mysterious in all this black, are you on your way to rob a bank or something?

She hooks and starts to guess where I am from. Then her phone starts ringing. She answers and I stand there like a tool for a minute or so. Once the call is finished she apologises to me and says she is late to meet her friends for dinner. At this point 3 girls arrive from behind me to greet her. I notice straight away that all of them are pretty hot. I greet them all quickly and my set, lets call her Ellen, tells me that these are all her colleagues and that they were leaving now.

I turned to Ellen and said “enjoy your dinner, lets get a drink another time”.

All three of her friends were watching, she didn’t look at them before saying “yeah sure.” I typed her number in and we went our separate ways. I heard one of her friends say “WOW that was cool” to her as we departed. The entire interaction lasted around 3 minutes, I didn’t know anything about her and she didn’t know much about me. I didn’t expect it to go anywhere, however I recognised a glimmer of hope when I looked at her whatsapp profile status, it said “I’m a fuck up”.

Texting

I text her at around 11pm that evening and she replied within minutes. The next morning I pinged her a picture of my breakfast (I’d managed to find a place that sold Omelettes) and she sent me one back of her walking her dog. She seemed keen. After a couple of back fourths I invited her out that night. She agreed to meet me at 7pm in Causeway Bay.

D2 – Sunday 17 December

She was a few minutes early and I was a couple of minutes late. She was dressed all in black again but her lips were noticeably shinier than when I met her and her eyes had more make-up on them. Ellen had made an effort.

I took her to the ToTT bar on the 34th floor of the Excelsior building, this is a much more extravagant venue than I would normally take a girl to, but I wanted to see the view. We sat opposite each other at a small table, and we went through the comfort fluff. She drunk Whiskey straight and I had a beer. I asked her what she did for a living;

I’m a Tee wee host

What?

Pwesenting on the tee wee

Aaaaah TV, you mean Tele-V-ision host

Yes

This explained her above average looks and why her friends were also hot. I asked her if she was famous and she said that she usually gets recognised once a day (every time I met her after this, at least one person, always male, would come over to her and ask for a selfie). We carried on chatting and I found out that she was 10 years my junior, 23. She had no brothers or sisters and had lived in HK all her life.

After the drink I suggested we go somewhere else, she said ok as long as she could have a cigarette first. We go outside the venue and as we’re having a smoke I ask her if she still lives with her parents;

No, I haven’t seen my parents in a long time. My father used to beat me so I don’t see him anymore; my mother hates me because of this. I think she is actually crazy because she blames me for ruining her life.

oh shit, I’m sorry to hear that

So I’m living with my ex-boyfriend

That’s a bit weird

We only broke up a week ago

So my timing was good then

My former chode self would have felt sorry for her at this point and gave her a shoulder to cry on, but as she was bearing the contents of her soul to me I was celebrating inside like I’d just won the lottery. Game has turned me into a sick fuck.

Next I walked us to a venue closer to my place called the Metropolitan, we sat beside each other on a couch and I started the questions game. She immediately complained saying that she is terrible at asking about other people. I asked her if that’s because she only cares about herself and she said no, it is rude in her culture to ask a lot of questions to people that you don’t know.

We asked each other a few questions but soon reverted to normal conversation, she was a very chatty and funny girl. It was now after 9.30pm and I realised that I’d got caught in comfort, I was enjoying talking to her too much and not escalating.

I started playing with her hair and commenting on its length, smell, colour and thickness. I started massaging her neck with my left hand and asked about the tattoo she had just behind her ear. She went into a long story, I sighed and placed my right hand on her thigh;

Geez, you talk a lot don’t you?

I like talking to you

That’s nice, but where is the off button?

It’s in a hidden place

I pulled her in and kissed her on the lips, she didn’t reciprocate but didn’t pull away. I pulled away first and she started to have a little melt down;

Wow, I never do this on a first meeting, especially not in public, normally it takes many dates and I have never kissed a Western man, my friends think I am crazy for agreeing to meet you, they warned me not to come

This is not a normal situation; I am only here for a few more days, so let’s just enjoy it

She mentioned that she was hungry and asked if I wanted to try some of the Hong Kong style street food. Unfortunately the place that she took us was on the other side of town from my apartment. As we were walking further and further away we passed 3 other street food places. I tried to get her to go to one of those but she insisted that the one she had in mind was the best in HK.

There was a guy on the street cooking some weird looking food, she spoke to him in Cantonese and ordered a selection of things before we took a seat inside a grubby little restaurant. The lighting was very bright, the tables were dirty, it stunk of fish and there were loud kids everywhere. Excellent seduction location it was not.

The food soon arrived and it looked and tasted revolting. She munched on pork blood and noodles while she ordered pig ovaries for me; it definitely wasn’t a Muslim establishment.

We finished the food and had another cigarette outside. I suggested we go back to mine for a nightcap. She didn’t answer me, so when we finished the cigarettes I walked us back in the direction of my apartment. It was almost a 20-minute walk away. I did my best to talk as much crap as I could until we got to my front door. I opened up and in she came without any hesitation.

I made a big thing about giving her a tour of my massive apartment. It was tiny, there was barely space to walk around the bed and the shower was above the toilet. I poured us both a drink and soon she got a message from her work saying that she needed to be on set at 7am for filming, it was now after midnight. I made a feeble attempt to escalate fast. We lay on the bed beside each other and kissed with tongue. She still had most of her clothes on including 4 upper layers. I didn’t even try to take them off as she said she had to leave and I was pretty sure that I would be seeing her again. In hindsight I should have tried to escalate, as she hadn’t resisted anything up to this point.

D3 – Tuesday 19 December

I had a date with another girl lined up at 7pm (see period girl post). Ellen messaged me about 30mins before I was due to meet period girl asking if I would like to go for dinner that night. I told her that I would let her know shortly. Period girl had already flaked the previous night so it was only 50/50 whether she was going to turn up tonight. At 7.14pm period girl messaged me saying that she still had her period. What a stupid bitch.

I met Ellen at Causeway bay metro. We got the MTR to Mong kok station and she took me to a restaurant that is very popular with the locals. It was ridiculously cheap, less than a pound a beer and the main courses were about £5 and really tasty.

After that we walked around a tempest buddha market place before I took us to a Japanese whiskey bar near my place. We sat at the bar and I ordered us two of the most expensive whiskeys on the menu, not because I was trying to show off, I just wanted to taste them. £100 later and after some pretty flat conversation we left the bar. We stood outside and had a cigarette. It was close to midnight, I suggested we go back to my place for a nightcap and she said no, “I have to go home and walk my dog”. Fine.

As I walked with her back to the metro station I knew I had to lift the vibe, I gave her a piggyback as we walked through the busy metro station. Everyone was staring and she was giggling her head off before begging to be put down. Ellen spoke about how this whole situation was very strange for her. She told me that when Hongkongese girls see other girls with Western men they laugh at them and think that they are sluts. I asked her if she really cared what other people think; “You don’t understand, it’s a different culture here”. At this point I was not confident of the notch, although she had “daddy issues” and a very messed up childhood, she still SEEMED like a sweet, innocent girl and had told me that she had only slept with 2 men in her life.

We agreed to meet the next day at 4pm to go up Victoria Peak, a very popular tourist location with panoramic views of the city. It had gotten to around 2pm and I still hadn’t heard from her. I thought the bubble might have burst on the previous date as the vibe was pretty flat, but at around 3.30pm she text to confirm the meet.

D4 – Wednesday 20 December

We met up at around 4.30pm and got a taxi to the top of Victoria peak, I took a lot of photos and we took some selfies together. It was a very couply vibe and I could sense that she was getting attached. Everything I said, she laughed at and every time I touched her she would squeeze my hand or touch me back.

After this we got a cab back down to the Soho area, we had a drink in a bar before going to a Japanese BBQ that was highly recommended to me by Seven. We sat beside each other on a couch and I ordered all you can drink beer as well as a selection of meats to share and as each dish came out we laughed and joked, I was really enjoying my time with this girl. She would speak to the waiter in Chinese/Hongkongese and although I didn’t know what they were saying and I didn’t feel like I had the frame, I thought it was fucking cool. In my head I was thinking, “I have a local tour guide, not only is she hot, but she’s a local celebrity and likes me. I came to a big city alone and met a woman of this calibre, Daygame is great”.

After dinner we got the metro back to my area and went to my apartment where we drank vodka and smoked cigarettes out of the tiny window. I was feeling tipsy now; I’d had at least 5 beers and the vodka. Ellen began asking about my past relationships and how many lovers I’d had. I told her “probably a lot more than you, but I am 10 years older than you”.

She told me that her first relationship was with a girl when she was 16, they were together for two years. I asked why her first relationship was with a girl and she blamed her father. He used to pull her top down and grab her boobs when she was 15, he wanted to have sex with her. She was scared of men after this and decided that it was safer for her to avoid them altogether.

She then told me that she hadn’t been totally honest, she had one other lover, a 42 year old man whilst she was still with her ex. She used to work in a whiskey bar, this guy would come in with all his friends and never talk. All his friends would laugh and joke with her and he would just be quiet. Inside I was thinking “this guy sounds like he’s running my game”. She quit that job and he called her, (she doesn’t know how he got her number) and they went for lots of “lunches” before she eventually fucked him while she was still with her boyfriend. This girl was promiscuous and it was at this point that I knew I had to go for it.

We kissed and I went for her crotch over the top of her tights, she did not resist. Soon after this all of our clothes were off and then I noticed something was a bit strange, something that had never happened to me with a new girl before. I WASN’T HARD!!!!

It took her a little while to notice as I carried on fooling around with her. But eventually she noticed and asked if it was her fault. I said most definitely not. She had a fantastic body, big hips, small waist, no body hair and long legs. Her breasts weren’t the biggest but I didn’t mind. I really wanted to bang her but my dick was not so keen. Then I started to wonder if my dislike for Asian girls went deeper than I realised. As I’m ruminating on this she started sucking me off and minutes later normal service was resumed. PHEW! The sex was wild, biting scratching and she liked to moan. It was my penultimate night in Hong Kong and I had banged the hottest girl I opened, the relief was immense.

As we lay there I asked her the usual questions. She said she would have had sex earlier but she was on her period. Soon afterwards she got dressed and I ordered her an uber home.

We hung out the next evening, which was my last in Hong Kong. I passed up a date with an airhostess and an opportunity to complete a hatrick of notches to spend the night with Ellen. I am CLEARLY beyond game.

[1] – feedback is much appreciated – let me know if you think this post rambles on too much.

I finally converted the near miss from my last post to a lay and with it I captured the Indian flag as well as bagging my first daygame lay in Australia. It took a lot of patience and I broke almost all of my usual “rules” when it comes to dating…

I’ve already had two dates with this girl and I had established that she is K-selected but willing to experiment. I’d already taken her further and faster than she’d ever been with anyone before but her forebrain stopped her on both occasions. My strategy going forward was not to rush it, neither of us were in a hurry as we both lived in the city and shock horror, I actually liked hanging out with her, a girl!

D4 – Sunday 19 November

I went into the city centre to do some daygame, the quality was terrible (as usual) and I ended up going shopping instead. As I was doing so she texted me asking what I was up to. We met for dinner and then went back to my place together. We played around and again there was no sex.

She confessed that she was actually married to her one and only boyfriend and only came to Australia to get away from her friends and family whilst the divorce went through. She also told me that he was the only person she had sex with and the last time was over TWO YEARS ago.

D5 – Monday 27 November

She texted me during the day asking what I was up to that evening. I told her I had a rock n’ roll evening lined up doing laundry and meal prepping for the week. She joined and helped me with my laundry and the cooking.

Again we messed around, she was extra horny this time moaning every time I as much as touched her shoulder. I took her into the bedroom thinking that this was definitely a notch. She pushed me off telling me that she was on her period, this explained her extra horniness. I wasn’t hiding my frustration by this point and she picked up on this promising that there would be no excuses next time. We agreed to meet the following Saturday and that she would cook for me.

D6 – Saturday 2 December

It was a horrible weekend in Melbourne with 3 days of almost constant torrential rain. She text me during the day with a long apologetic message something along the lines of “I’m really sorry but my almost perfect cycle has been haywire this month and I still have my period. I understand if you don’t want to see me tonight”. FUCK.

I didn’t have any plans so I agreed to let her come round and cook for me anyway. She’s a vegetarian so she cooked me a veggie curry thing, it was nice but I made some meat separately and added it to the curry. This obviously made it taste 100 times better and I enjoyed telling her this. She called me a dick, which I noticed she was saying more and more often. This is good. Before she left I told her that I had a surprise for her and to keep Monday night free… It would be an adventure date.

D7 – Monday 4 December

I had bought two tickets to see Milo Yiannopolous in Melbourne a month or so previously and it was now the night of the show. I didn’t have anyone in mind to take along with me when I bought them, I just knew that I wanted to go. My girl had been texting me all day trying to figure out where I was taking her and asking what she should wear. I decided that it probably wasn’t fair to take her here without some prior knowledge. I sent her a link to a video of Milo ripping a local Australian Muslim feminist to shreds and she responded with hilarious laughter. She was in.

As we arrived at the venue there were rows and rows of police stood in a line blocking the entrance. I turned to my girl and I could see the fear on her face “is this safe?!” I told her we would be fine, showed our tickets to the police and they made a gap in the line for us to pass through. There were about a hundred protesters waving banners and shouting obscenities trying to get reactions out of anyone attending the show. My girl was scared, she got on the inside of me and pulled herself in to try and hide from the friendly lefties. A short overweight hipster girl (presumably lesbian) screamed at her “how can you participate in this misogyny?!”

Having not been really sure what to expect, my girl thoroughly enjoyed the show. We got some food afterwards and headed back to mine. On the way back she informed me that she was STILL on her period. I told her I didn’t believe her but I didn’t make a big fuss about it. She promised again that we would do the deed next time.

D8 – Friday 6 December

I worked late and met her at around 9pm in the city centre. She turned up looking her most promiscuous yet, in a black dress and heels and had put on more make-up than usual. Would this finally be the night?!

We went for dinner and I made sure not to mention her period or sex throughout the evening. We were chatting about our respective weeks at dinner when I announced that I bought a condom, her face dropped and she couldn’t look at me. I pulled out my phone and said “look, do you like it?” I’d bought a new cover for my phone, she packed up laughing and playfully punched me saying “you are SUCH a dick!”

We got a cab back to mine and as soon as we got into the flat the clothes were off and we were in the bedroom. It took a long time before she would let me get my dick anywhere near her vagina, she insisted on more kissing and foreplay. We must have been doing this for about an hour before I lost my patience, slapped some lube on my dick and pushed it in. She screamed loudly, it was easily the tightest vagina I’d ever experienced and I have banged virgins who were a lot younger than her. I let it sit there for a few seconds and told her to relax. I got a couple of thrusts in before she pushed me off whilst screaming in pain. I reckon I was in there for 10 seconds max.

We fooled around a bit more but she kept pushing me away every time I tried to make a re-entry. Eventually I got bored and I even told her this. I gave up at around 2am and went to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure if this qualified as a notch but my twitter followers unanimously agreed that it was. We fell asleep at around 3am and I made us eggs the following morning as she sat on the couch.

Oh the MISOGYNY!

You might ask if this was all worth the effort. Obviously, it wasn’t and if I was on a Euro Jaunt I would have had one date with her and given up. But I’m not on a Euro Jaunt so I’ll probably see this girl more and the sex will get better. I don’t mind having a MLTR with a girl I enjoy spending time with whilst doing the odd spot of daygame for the remainder of my time in Melbourne, there isn’t exactly a lot to shoot at out on the streets.

Key Learning Points

Do what you want to do and let her tag along if she wants to.

Keep the frame – K selected girls normally want a lot of dates before they give up the V. This does not mean that you have to agree to be in an exclusive relationship with them. I made sure she knew that I would be a bad long term prospect by making fun of any future projections she did, reminding her that I was only here for a few more months, calling her names (playfully), pushing her around (playfully) and implying (but not explicitly telling her) that there were other girls around – even though there aren’t.

I highly recommend taking a girl to a right wing event with lots of leftie protesters – maybe not if she’s a feminist.

She’s not quite this hot, but very similar with longer, less curly hair.

It was a balmy Sunday afternoon. I was strolling down Flinders street in my converse, black shorts, white linen shirt and aviators on, I’ve opted against R selection in Melbourne, it’s already ratty enough. My headphones were in and I was listening to Billy Corgan tell Joe Rogan about how he became the owner of NWA wrestling. I liked the pumpkins when I was a lad and I had no idea that the lead singer was mad about wrestling. It had been about an hour since I’d done a set which is par for the course here.

As I’m giggling to myself listening to Billy telling Joe about how they made a meme out of him when he went to disneyland (google it) a tiny little brown girl shoots me a glance just as she is leaving my line of sight, I almost missed it. I looked back as she walked away from me. She was wearing flip flops, tight grey jeans accentuating a peachy little ass and a tight white vest. Her long black hair went all the way down her back to just above her ass. It was worth the chase.

I get in front and give her the pre-opener, she’s immediately on guard. On closer inspection she has a nice face, massive brown eyes with high cheek bones and no make up on. A solid 7. I move onto the compliment.

You look very cute, I really like how tall you are. Whilst hovering my hand above her head. You remind me of a giraffe.

hahaha thank you

I think I caught you looking at me, it’s rude not to say high where I come from

Oh, and where would that be?

She’s hooked and we chat for 10 minutes or so. I tease her again about her height, I guess that she’s 142cm high and she seems annoyed at this and corrects me telling me she is 151cm. I tell her I’m 5’10”, she challenges me and says no way, you look more like 5’8″ and asks me my height in cm. I tell her I think it’s 175cm.

I get towards the end of what I think is a solid set and go for the number.

I don’t give my number out like this

Why, does “this” happen a lot?

This is like the 7th time

Well the other 6 were definitely not as charming or as handsome as me

They were actually more charming

I pull out my phone and she reluctantly starts calling out her digits as if she was in a hurry.

I type her name in and get her to repeat her number slowly. I send her a text with my name while she’s in front of me. She receives it.

So what happens now, do I have to text you first?

Well, there is no set rules as to who sends the first text (except for countless texting guides), but I will probably text you in a couple of hours.

Ok

We go our separate ways and minutes later she pings me first…

As you can see, she was very keen over text so I got her out the next day, Monday.

Date 1 (D2)

I went straight from work, she turned up looking great with a grey dress on which ended just above her knees and showed off a surprisingly large cleavage for a girl of such a small and slender frame. She still wasn’t wearing any make-up and also had aviators on. I told her she looked nice and teased her for copying my sunglasses.

I walked her down Flinders street towards the river and took her to a bar on the waterfront. We sat at high stools beside each other overlooking the river, it was around 7.30pm but it was still about 30 degrees outside and the sun was just about to set, it was the perfect setting.

I got the drinks in and the conversation flowed. I could tell she was nervous but I didn’t mention it.

She commented a couple of times on my intense eye contact and how she couldn’t normally hold eye contact with people as she was very shy. I dismissed this and said shy girls don’t talk to men on the street.

I excused myself to go to the toilet and when i came back she told me “this is going to sound crazy but, I think we would have amazing looking kids!”.

“Wow, wow, wow, lets slow this thing down, I’m not that easy!”

Even though she was joking she was obviously already sizing me up as a potential partner. I found at that she was 27 and had recently come out of a 9 year relationship and I was the first guy she had been on a date with since her one and only boyfriend. Her small stature makes her look much younger than 27.

It was now around 9pm, it was still too early to try and bounce her to my place so I took her for another drink at a nearby rooftop bar. We sat beside each other on a couch and I tried to kiss her a few times. She resisted every attempt and told me that she didn’t like to kiss in public.

We left the bar and I told her that we could go back to mine for a night cap. I hailed a cab and she did not object. I got her into the flat and poured us both a glass of water, she is not a big drinker and I had work the next morning so this was fine by me. I played a few songs on the guitar and she started singing along with a surprisingly loud voice. She then took the guitar and played a few tunes of her own, she was just as good at me and I was genuinely impressed.

I took the guitar back off her and we started kissing quite passionately. She stopped me and said “how have you done this? This isn’t even supposed to be a date!”

I picked her up, which was very easy as she weighs about 40 kilos, and carried her to the bedroom. I thought it was a one deal but she put up strong LMR for about 45mins. I got my dick out and I also fingered her, but she pushed me away every time I tried to get my D in the V.

It was midnight now and I had to be up for work in the morning so I threw in the towel and she ordered an uber for herself to go home. She texted me when she got home and thanked me for a great evening. It looks good for a second date.

We text back and forth over the next day or so and I set up a second date for the next Friday.

Date 2 (D3)

We meet at the same place at 7pm. I met her straight from work again and I had already had a couple of post work drinks. She turns up looking even hotter in a white shirt and red mini-skirt. She quickly notices that I’ve already been drinking but I reassure her that it takes quite a few drinks for me to get drunk and she relaxes. I take her for a couple of drinks in the CBD before catching a cab back to mine, again.

This time I get all her clothes off except her underwear. She is wearing lacy white underpants and a bra and I get a closer look at her breasts. As I’m fondling her I put my hand up her bra and squeeze her left breast. She moans loudly with pleasure. It feels a bit too firm to be natural, she’s obviously had a boob job and I do not complain. I tell her I like them and she thanks me.

We play around for another hour or so and she is not letting me fuck her. I respect the fact that she’s only ever slept with one man before and that it will probably take a few more attempts. I suggest that she sleeps over but she insists on going home. I do not object as I much prefer having the bed to myself. She gets herself an uber once again and is on her merry way.

We are still in contact and I will definitely see her again. Hopefully the next post will be a long overdue lay report and a new flag. Jai Ho!

Where are these hiding?As mentioned in my previous post, I have relocated temporarily to the sunnier climes of Melbourne, Australia. The weather has been rubbish since I arrived but now the sun is starting to come out as we head into Summer and with it, I am noticing a significant increase in the number of sets on the street. In this post I’ll be talking about my first impressions of the city and it’s daygame up until this point. Spoiler alert… it’s SHIT…

Scouting

When I first found out I’d be coming here I started asking around my now extensive network of tier 1 daygame wings as to their thoughts on daygame in Australia’s second biggest city. Pretty much everyone that had been there or knew of someone that had been told me that it was crap, all except Craig Cassidy. He said it was great and he pulled plenty when he was here for a week, I had nothing to worry about! From what I have seen so far, Mr Cassidy is either a God who instead of turning water into wine, turns 5’s into 8’s, or, he got very lucky that week.

Day 1

I took my first walk around the city the day after landing, it was a chilly, grey muggy day and as I arrived in the city centre I couldn’t help but notice that I didn’t have one ounce of the new city excitement you normally get when you first arrive in a new city. Granted I wasn’t here on a daygame jaunt and I was heavily jet lagged, but my vibe was shit and I took an instant dislike to the place.

I reassured myself that I had to give it time, I made a plan to explore the city and if a set presented itself, I would open, if not, no worries. I walked around for two hours “exploring”. The most shocking thing for me was the quantity of Asians, had I come to China or Australia?! I very rarely open Asians because I simply don’t find them attractive, it is one of the biggest gamma tells if you spot a daygamer who enjoys opening Asians.

I had never been surrounded by so many of them, I noticed how that when there are large numbers of them, they seem to lose whatever sense of spatial awareness they have. Groups of the little fuckers kept bumping into me and it was NOT helping my vibe.

Occasionally I would see a white presumably Australian face scattered amongst the sea of aimlessly wandering Asians. The majority of the women seemed to be either fat, lesbian, hipster, gothic or a combination of the lot. I was repulsed. The majority of the men looked more like women and were out of shape with terrible fashion. When I did spot a relatively good looking male with good physique and fashion, he had a 5 on his arm. JESUS.

I established on that first day that the daygame would be an uphill struggle and lowered my expectations/odds of getting laid to almost zero.

The City

Despite this, the city itself is actually very pretty, in the CBD there are lots of skyscrapers organised in a grid like fashion, much like I would expect New York to be like. The Yara river separates the North from the South, from what I have seen so far, the Yuppies tend to congregate on the South side and the hipsters on the North. There are lots of cool bars and restaurants. The produce in the supermarkets is ridiculously fresh, the coffee is amazing, I’ve been to about 20 different coffee shops now and am still to have a bad long black (they don’t do americano here) and most of the local beers are good. Everything is very Australian and they don’t seem to have succumbed to globalism, yet. I like this. The people are so polite that I found it slightly uncomfortable to begin with. I recall going to my local supermarket the day I landed, as I took my groceries the check-out girl (not hot of course) started commenting on all of my purchases. I just stood there looking very confused until it was time to pay. The only drawback to Melbourne as a city to live in is the cost of living, but my local colleagues seem to getting paid to cover this so I guess it’s all relative. So as a city to actually live in, Melbourne gets a big thumbs up.

The Stats

It is now almost two months since my maiden voyage and things haven’t changed much. Have a look at these depressing statistics which tell the story succinctly…

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

Date Flake

idate

Date

Near Miss

Lays

26

34.62%

0.00%

11.11%

0.00%

3.85%

3.85%

0.00%

0.00%

1.30

9

0

1

0

1

1

0

0

I know what you are going to say, 26 sets is not a big enough sample size to judge a city, that is partly true and that is why I have waited so long to do a post. However, I have gone out on 20 daygame sessions now and am averaging 1.3 sets each time. My typical session time is around 2 hours. So in a city centre of 4 million people I see an average of one 7 or above every two hours.

Out of the 20 sessions, I didn’t open on 9 of them. Previous to coming to Melbourne I think there has only ever been 3 or 4 times in over three years of daygame where I went out to do daygame and didn’t do one set. I quickly realised that I was wasting my time with little to no reward, so I decided to start listening to Joe Rogan podcasts [1] as I wandered the streets, this is something I have never done previously as I am normally distracted by a hot woman walking by every few minutes or so.

When I did open it normally went quite well, despite typically not being “in state” due to the lack of sets. I’ve only had a handful of blowouts, most of which have been polite. I got 9 numbers out of the the 26 sets, 8 of which replied, one I got out on a date, one I am still texting and 6 which stopped replying when I invited them out.

The one date I had was with an Asian (I know!) air hostess who I closed earlier the same day as she left the following day. It was one drink and I didn’t even get a kiss on the lips.

Daygame was deeply depressing considering the epic highs I experienced earlier in the year. I went out at night time with some work chodes a few times and noticed that I saw more hot girls in this environment. I drunkenly opened a few sets and got a few numbers, none of which replied. I dislike night game at the best of times, but when I don’t have a decent wing it is even more pointless.

Shame

This led me to something I never thought I would consider being the daygame purist I am. I downloaded Tinder. I understand if you unsubscribe to the blog at this point, it was nice having you.

I went on one date from Tinder with a pretty local girl (who looks Asian as her grandparents are vietnamese), the first date went well and she came back to mine and I banged her raw. Since then I’ve seen her a few more times but she has become very clingy which has killed off whatever small amount of attraction I had left for her after the first bang. I gave her the talk the other day so I doubt I will see her again.

It’s all uphill from here

This post may sound like I am complaining a lot, mainly because I am. But, I’m still optimistic for Melbourne. The statistics above are all before this weekend. I went out daygaming on Friday and Saturday in the sunshine and there was a lot more to shoot at and I have quite a few leads in my phone. So hopefully, the next post will be a long overdue lay report.

[1] This made it a lot easier to forget about the dire quality. I tried listening to Jordan Peterson as I walked but his content is quite heavy and requires your full attention. Joe Rogan is funny and he often has interesting guests. I highly recommend episode #911 with Alex Jones, hilarious and insightful.

Things have been quiet on here and there is good reason for that, I haven’t been approaching. In fact I had a full month off, my longest break from daygame in the last two years. There just isn’t much to write about when you’re not approaching fresh girls each day, and I can verify that if you don’t approach, you don’t get laid. No matter how good you get at game, you have to keep approaching if you want to keep a rotation of girls; this is especially true if you are not fixed in one location.

I have several good reasons for my little hiatus, the main one being that I have moved to the other side of the world, more on this in my next post. For now I’ll update you with my Summer stats because I know you have all been itching to see them…

Summer is over in the Northern hemisphere and we are in the final stretch of the 2017 daygame season. Most daygamers are scaling back their approach rate whilst putting their minds towards hibernation, getting a girlfriend or working on other aspects of their SMV. Last year I turned my nose up at said daygamers for not “grinding it out” through winter. Instead, I endured the longest, coldest, darkest, wettest (and simultaneously driest) winter slogging it out on the streets with no reward. Should have done what the other daygamers did.

After this I took a very much welcome extended break from work to go on my longest eurojaunt to date. After that I did quite a bit of game in London between mid-July and mid-September. At the time, all I seemed to do was complain about how crap London was compared to my Euro Jaunt, it was utter crap, but the stats are actually quite decent when I look back at them…

I took 40 of their details, a close rate of 1 in 3.98. Just under half of these numbers flaked. I idated 7 girls, took 6 on proper dates, had 3 girls on my bed and didn’t get the notch and banged 4 of them giving an open to lay rate of 1 in 41.75.

Here are some of the highlights that I haven’t already written about in near miss/lay reports.

Turkish Tease – I had two dates with a 20 yr old Turkish girl who was only in town for a few days. I pulled hard due to the time constraint; we were kissing heavily on the first date. On the second date I had her in the bar downstairs from my apartment, I had my hand up her top fondling her large breasts while she moaned with pleasure. I tried to pull her upstairs several times but she wasn’t having it. “I don’t normally do this type of thing”. It was classic forebrain/hindbrain conflict, forebrain winning on this instance. After our second date she sent me a long message thanking me lots, telling me how attractive and amazing I was. I sent her a short reply and she blocked me. BBC.

Mother-daughter two-set – I was out with GG one sunny Sunday afternoon and I saw this two-set walking very slowly down the street. On closer inspection I realised that it was a mother and a daughter, I turned to GG and said “jesus, I would bang either!” Every male head was turning in their direction so I had to go in. I opened and they hooked straight away. They turned out to be Brazilian and although the daughters English wasn’t great, they agreed to come for a drink with GG and I. At the end of the drink I took the daughters number and GG the mothers. Nothing ever came of either.

Rare gutter game close – I closed this tall, brunette English/Greek girl on a gutter game session with GG. It was a 30 second set at around 10pm at night so I didn’t expect anything to come of it. To my surprise she agreed to come out the following week. We had a great date, it was quite boozy, we smoked a lot of cigarettes and talked about sex a lot. I got her back to my room, tried all the usual tricks but she just wasn’t having it. I actually really liked this girl and wanted to see her again so I didn’t pull much harder. I text her the next day and she never replied. She clearly knew what I was after and decided that she was not interested. Coincidentally, I did NOT put this down as a near miss.

There we have it kids, this takes me up to exactly 800 sets for 2017. I doubt I’ll make it to 1000 again, but don’t you worry, I’ll keep plugging away. To respond to my own click-bait title… no, not quite yet.

This lay was TWO whole weeks ago, the longest I’ve ever put off doing a report after a lay since I started this blog. There are three reasons for that;

This lay slots firmly into the vanilla category as discussed in the preamble of my last post.

She wasn’t that hot. High 6, low 7 at best.

I’ve been rather busy and am struggling to finish anything at the moment. I’ve got 4 posts half written, one will be a little controversial and I look forward to the pot being stirred when I publish it.

I will keep this relatively short due to reasons 1 and 2…

It was the beginning of August, a beautifully sunny day in London and it was probably the first day I felt upbeat after traversing the worst of my post Euro Jaunt blues. I was solo, popping off set after set and had just number closed a high 8 that was leaving the next day. We arranged to meet for a drink later that evening and all I was thinking was SDDL, my vibe was reaching peak Euro Jaunt levels on Oxford street. Madness.

I walked towards Tottenham court road with a big grin on my face and people probably thought I was crazy. I spotted a short athletic looking brunette walking towards me. She was wearing tight jeans and a white boob tube which showed off a tanned, flat stomach and a nice hip to waist ratio. I didn’t get a good look at her face but she had a cracking body.

When I got in front I saw that her face wasn’t as good as her body, she looked older than her athletic frame, maybe late 20’s and her skin was tough, it had seen more than enough sun. I produced words of which I no recollection and she seemed to like them. As I talked to her I had a quick look over her shoulder, she was very short so this was not difficult. In the distance I could see the 8 I’d just closed walking straight towards us. FUUUUCK!

I left control of the set to my well drilled muscle memory and assessed my options.

I could carry on as normal and hope the 8 wouldn’t see me talking to this rotter (in comparison)

I could grab rotter by the arm and pull her into the shop we were standing outside

I could leave rotter for dead

I could request rotter to walk with me

I went with option 4. I turned and started walking away from the oncoming 8, yes, it went against every fibre in my being. Rotter followed. We jabbered on about fitness, I told her how I had just bought a new pair of trainers and how I don’t normally wear trainers, I normally wear big manly cowboy boots, trainers are gay. She was lapping it up and starting lots of new threads of conversation. I glanced back over my shoulder and the 8 was keeping pace about 20m behind us. I thought for certain she will have seen us. We got all the way to Tottenham court road, I looked back again and the 8 was nowhere to be seen.

I tried to idate the rotter but she told me she was on her way home to pack before she went on holiday to her home country of Portugal for three weeks. Great.

I took her number and we went our separate ways.

I pinged the 8 an hour before we were due to meet (we agreed in set) and it stayed on two grey ticks, she flaked. She must have seen me with the rotter after all.

Rotter was a very keen texter, sending me the first text and sending me lots of beach pics whilst she was on holiday. If I ever had to bet my house on calling a notch before the D2, I would have bet it on this one.

We set up the date for the day after she got back from her holiday. She turned up dressed to the nines and was wearing pink high heels, a beige dress which parted at her stomach to show off her impressive midriff and had put on quite a bit of make-up. I turned up in my usual jeans and T-Shirt and voiced her disappointment before even saying hello, “this is you dressing cute?!” I made an internal memo never to use the “dress cute so we match” text again.

I took her to two pubs then took her home and banged her. She put up resistance every step of the way, but it was all face saving. I just knew from the way she was texting before our first date, the way she dressed and how she reacted to nearly everything I said that she was gagging for it. However, it took me 5 attempts to get the first kiss, 3 invites back to the flat before she complied and about 30 minutes of LMR in the bedroom.

I’m still wondering what could have been with that 8, the joys of daygame.

She was curvier than this, but this is more or less what she was wearing

Most lays are quite vanilla in that I follow the same routine and get more or less the same outcome, expecting anything different is the definition of insanity, right? However, some have a few quirks which you learn from that reinforce the harsh reality of male and female mating strategies. This is one of the latter…

Yesterday (Friday) my good friend the Cheshire Gent (CG) came down to visit me from Manchester, he would be sleeping on my living room couch which is next to my bedroom for the weekend. I got back from work at around 17:30 and he met me at my apartment to drop his bag off. I was quite tired after a stressful week at the office, however, CG regaled me with tales of his daygame adventures in my old stomping ground and lifted my vibe with his seemingly never ending positivity. We hit the streets at around 18:30. We took our first lap up Oxford street towards Tottenham court road. I announced “My intent is very low, I’m only doing a set if I see a ratbag with SDL written on her forehead.” CG popped off a quick set or two as we made our way up the street. The sky looked ominously grey and the heavens threatened to open at any minute. As I commented on this to CG a short Persian looking girl dressed in black doc martins, black jeans, a black boob tube and a black leather jacket came walking towards. There was no IOI but my SDL radar felt a mild beep, there was a bit of hip sway, she was walking quite slow and her eyes were wandering. I looked at her, looked at CG and he said “you have to do that one!” I knew he was right.

I got in front of her and it was on before I opened my mouth. I motioned her to stop with my hand and she planted her feet firmly in front of mine and gave me a beaming smile. I told her she was pretty in a biker chick kind of way and asked her where her helmet was. We chatted for around 5 minutes and I found out she was born in Scotland but grew up in London. One of her parents is from Afghanistan and the other from Pakistan, hence the Persian look. She had just finished her shift in a hipster coffee shop and said that she needed a drink as she was exhausted from talking to so many people all day. She seemed to be full of energy and I told her this, again I was leeching vibe from another person. I told her she had crazy eyes but I liked them and immediately she jerked her head forward and made big eyes at me. This girl was bat shit crazy, PERFECT.

I suggested a drink there and then, she said sure but was supposed to be meeting a “friend” who is currently running late. I told her she could meet her friend after.

We took a walk down Charing Cross road and the heavens opened on cue just before we ducked our heads in the Montague Pyke. I got us both a beer and we sat a table opposite each other up stairs.

I carried on the comfort fluff, examined her tattoos and noticed she had piercings but was not wearing the studs. I examined her black nail varnish as I stroked her hands she squeezed mine back. It was on.

We chatted about travel, her hopes and dreams and her current living situation in London. She was 22 and lived with her mother, they are both estranged from the rest of her family and she hadn’t spoken to her dad since she was a child. BINGO!

As we got to the end of our drinks her phone started ringing. It was on the table and I could see that it was a good looking guy calling her. She answered and told him she would be there in five minutes.

So that’s your friend you are meeting?

Yes, but it’s just a friend, he has a girlfriend and always asks me out for relationship advice

Ah, so you’re an agony aunt?

I’m great at giving advice, if only I could follow my own

OK, well it’s almost 8pm now, I’m meeting my friends for dinner but lets meet at around 10pm for another drink

Yes, that sounds like a good idea

We left the bar and had a cigarette before going our separate ways. I returned to CG and we joined Ricky and Mr W for dinner and a beer. She pinged me as I sat down to join them and this was the proceeding text exchange…

As you can see, I broke just about every texting rule in the book, but I knew it didn’t matter.

She was around 40 minutes late for our meeting and she sneakily changed the meeting point to H&M. As I stood there waiting I stuck my head up towards Top Shop, I could see her hugging a tall man and that he was trying to kiss her. She kept turning her head away from him and just hugged him back. I could see him walking away to get on the tube at Oxford circus. She then called me asking where I was. I told her I was where she asked me to meet her. She walked over and I could see that she was a little bit tipsy.

There was no apology and she tried to lead us to a bar. I pulled her back by the hand and slapped her on the back of it. I playfully told her off for making me wait and demanded an apology which she duly delivered.

I lead us to the Finery around the corner and as we stood at the bar she told me about her evening…

I’m sorry I was so late, but my friend bought me dinner and wine and we just had such good conversation that I lost track of time

Ah, so you did the pair of you crack world peace?

Noooo, he kept complaining about his girlfriend and telling me how great I was

Ah ok

Yeah, then he tried to kiss me at the end, like he always does

I sniggered to myself. This guy had clearly friend zoned himself and was hoping to wine and dine his way into her pussy. I asked her if she thought men and women could be friends and of course she said yes.

As I got the drinks I pointed to a big round table with a couch and told her to grab it, I would bring the drinks over. I did so and she got the wrong table, a high table with stools. I brought the beers over and told her off again for getting the wrong table which had now been taken by another couple. I started the questions game and these were her first questions;

How many women have you slept with?

Would you describe yourself as good in bed?

Have you ever thought about having sex with a man?

I asked her some sexual questions back and then she went off into a rant;

Modern society sickens me, we get shamed for following our natural desires, I mean this is London, what’s wrong with having a one night stand every now and then? I mean sex is great, I’ve had lots of one nights stands, well not a lot, I’m not a whore, but I enjoy sex. We will probably have sex tonight and never see each other again and I think that is beautiful.

You are preaching to the choir little lady

Don’t call me little!

Ok short arse

We finished our drink and it was now almost midnight. I walked us towards my apartment and she didn’t even ask where we were going. I got to the front door and up she came with no resistance. I gave her a little tour and poured us some wine. We went into my bedroom and I played her some tunes on the guitar. She has very similar taste in music to me so she was entranced.

I put the guitar down and she started showing me some videos on Youtube as we lay on the bed. Before long our clothes were off and she said the magic words “do you have a condom?”

We had sex for about 2 hours straight and to say she was wild would be a massive understatement, she really liked to deep throat and was quite dominating saying things like;

Fuck me harder, spank me !

Thats it, thats iiiiit

Make me cum, make me fucking cuuuum!

We recovered for about half an hour, she put my red Trump T-shirt on as we both had a cigarette out my window. I finished mine first and started to fondle her ass from behind as she was bent over with her head out the window. She started wanking me off and I got hard again very quickly, I went inside her as she was moaning wildly with her head out the window. It was around 3am so not many people walked by.

She left the next morning at around 10am, I was so exhausted from dehydration, lack of sleep and my ball sack being drained that I had a pounding headache. I must be getting too old for this shit.

After she left I went into the living room to catch up with CG. “Maaaaate, I could hear everything, all I could hear was your little plums slapping away and I didn’t get a wink of sleep all night… I had to piss in a bottle!” He pointed to the mantle piece and a bottle of water was filled with an illuminous yellow liquid. I cracked up laughing and apologised, these are the moments I will remember when I’m old and grey.

I have a lay report to write from Thursday night, but I’ve opted to share some misery first as I have learned more from it…

A few saturdays back I decided to do some daygame in my Trump T-shirt. I’d gotten a few reactions but didn’t trigger as many people as I hoped I would. I’d been out on and off all day but I felt quite tired as I’d been out drinking the night before and had a crappy night’s sleep.

Anyway, its late, around 9pm and I’m winging with GG. It is eerily quiet on Oxford street for a Saturday night and it’s starting to get a little bit chilly. I walk with GG for around 45mins, he does a set or two and I don’t see anything I like. It’s my turn to do a set when a tall blonde walks towards us. GG wants to open her “I’m doing it if you don’t” he barks at me. Don’t you worry GG, I shall be opening this set…

Open

I open and guess that she’s Russian and accuse her of being a spy. She starts to talk and I can hear by her accent that she is indeed Russian. We talk for a minute or so before she asks if we can walk, she doesn’t like standing and talking. We walk up and down for 5 minutes before I suggest a drink. She agrees.

idate

In the bar I got a beer, she a glass of white wine. I pointed at high stools, she said no and pointed towards the couch. She’s already stealing the frame, but for the better.

She tells me she’s been in London for 5 months. She’s studying English, her English is good and I am already picking up on her good sense of humour. She lived and worked in Moscow but grew up in a village and is 29. She’s a low 8, probably would have been a 9 a few years ago.

I asked her where she was on her way to before I spoke to her and she said “I was waiting for someone to talk to me and take me for a drink and you were that guy.” This girl had obviously been daygamed before. I told her she was funny and she said “well one of us has to be.” Feisty.

She quizzed me on my Trump T-shirt and started asking if I actually liked him. I’d dropped myself in it now.

My mother told me to never talk religion, politics or work to a lady

She persisted and started telling me that she really liked Trump until he got in office. I told her I liked his charisma and his leadership before quickly changing the subject.

We finished the drink and I told her I wanted to go home, I was really tired even though it was now only around 11pm. She seemed disappointed, I went home and she carried on “walking”.

We pinged back and forth, arranged another date for a week later only for her to cancel on the day. I thought that was the end of it.

I pinged her again a few days ago and surprisingly she agreed to meet me for a drink on a Friday night.

D2

We agreed to meet at 9, I text her at 8.30 telling her I’d be there at 9.10, she said she would also be late. I told her the last one there would buy the first drinks. I got there first as you can see above, she eventually rocked up at almost 9.30.

She had made quite an effort wearing black boots, tight black jeans, tight black t-shirt and a black blazer, she wore dark purple lipstick on which accentuated her big pouty lips.

I started walking her towards the cock tavern and she complained that she didn’t like the look of it, she preferred more European style bars. I told her she was in England and should appreciate the local culture before conceding and walking her to a cocktail bar further up the road called the lucky pig.

It was noisy and crowded but she liked it. I walked to the bar, ordered myself a beer and her a glass of wine and reminded her that it was her turn to pay. After I had ordered the drinks she said she didn’t want wine and ordered herself a cocktail. I drank the beer and the wine, both on her tab.

We found a little corner, she sat on the ledge, I leant against a wall. I asked her if she had ever played questions game. She said “yes, last night with a Russian guy.” I was shocked and didn’t hide it very well “Oh, ok, well what rules did you play?”

You have to tell the truth and you can’t ask the same question back [1]

Yes that’s more or less it.

She was now making it very clear that she had been on at least one date with another daygamer. After this she prodded away for weakness with each question;

Have you ever dress as a woman?

Have you ever been so drunk that you don’t remember anything?

Did you have an embarrassing nickname at school?

I asked her which nationality of men she found most attractive. Without hesitation she said “Spanish, they are tall, dark and handsome”. She is now clearly signalling that she is not attracted to me, or at least that’s how I took it.

We were in the first venue for just over an hour by now and I had gotten very close to her lips a few times as I leaned in to either hear her or to speak in her ear. There were a few moments I could have went for the kiss and in hindsight this is when I should have done it.

I asked her to tell me something about her that I would never guess. She started telling me some crappy story about how she helped get her drunk friend home one evening.

I waited patiently for her to finish this story before announcing “Let’s go”.

She seemed shocked, I started walking towards the door and she followed. When we got outside she asked why we were leaving. I told her it was too loud in there and that I wanted to go to a normal pub. It was now 11pm, and the two pubs near my flat had closed.

This just isn’t your night, is it?

Nothing is going to plan

What did you expect to happen by now?

We both knew what she was asking, I didn’t react, I let her walk ahead a little and pulled her back by her arm in the opposite direction to go to another bar that I saw was open nearby.

The seating arrangements were crap and it was noisy as well. I could feel her becoming less and less interested and I was caring less and less as the time passed. We forced each other to carry on with the questions game but it was more out of politeness more than anything else. I had lost the frame completely and I couldn’t be bothered to try and wrestle it back. I decided to crash the car…

when was the last time you had sex? – I looked her dead in the eye as i said it.

I’m not answering that, you can’t ask me these questions.

It was last night then.

I had totally lost the frame by now but I was passed the point of caring. I may even have been a little jealous at her previous evenings date. The car was crashed. We left the bar at around midnight and i meekly invited her back to my place, she laughed and said “no thanks.”

I walked her back to Regent street so she could catch her bus. As we sat at the bus stop waiting I grabbed her chin and went for the kiss. She pulled away very fast.

I tried again when her bus came, again she rejected me. I said “Fine, goodbye.”

Part of me wants to have solid game to overcome girls with such a strong frame, the other part just wants nothing to do with them. The riddle I’m still trying to solve is if I actually like this girl. She’s an 8, smart and funny but she is also a princess and openly hypergamous. The player in me enjoyed the challenge and chode in me found it irritating. As I left her at the bus stop I was relieved, I could relax and didn’t feel like I had to put on a show anymore.

Learning Points

I should have escalated earlier, I was intimidated by her hotness and her strong frame

I shouldn’t have been so reactive when she told me about her date the previous evening

I’m still fucking up the basics – venue selection

I need to get better at deciding if I actually like the girl or if it’s pure lust

This lay was a gift from the Gods; some times you just have to show up…

I haven’t been blogging a lot mainly because I haven’t had time since plugging back into the blue pill world. But don’t worry, I have been plugging away at the daygame and have a few tales to tell about this past bank holiday weekend. The sun shone throughout and the short shorts and skirts were out in force. On Saturday I winged with GG before meeting up for drinks with Craig Cassidy in the evening. He regaled us with some crazy stories from his world tour and I told some from my little jaunt. We did some gutter game and I idated a nice Croatian girl. I got her number at the end but it went nowhere.

I got back to the flat at around 1am and didn’t feel tired so GG and I decided to stay up all night and watch the pantomime that was Mayweather vs McGregor. We only got to bed at 6am so didn’t end up leaving the flat until gone 3pm on the Sunday.

GG opened lots of Asians in true gamma form; I did a few sets too. The highlight for me was when I opened a Brazilian mother-daughter two-set. They were walking very slowly down Oxford Street and almost all male heads were turning in their direction as they walked by. I never do two-sets but I thought, feck it, it’s only a laugh, the fact that the daughter had one of the best racks I’d seen had nothing to do with it. It went quite well and the four of us ended up going for a drink nearby. I took the daughter’s number and GG the mothers. They’ve both replied to the feeler so hopefully this story will be continued.

On Monday all my wings were out of town and I was in the mood for a solo session before meeting a Portuguese girl at 7pm for a D2, I was in good spirits. I hit the streets at around 4pm and by this point the mercury had hit 280C. There were not many sets around despite the nice weather, in the first hour I opened two girls and didn’t get anything from either. At around 5.15pm I decided to take a detour off Oxford street down Argyll street. I got to the bottom of the street and saw a short Persian girl with long, thick black curly hair taking pictures of the Liberty building. She was wearing a tight navy blue t-shirt, tight denim blue jeans and a pair of trainers. She was slim but had curves in all the right places, a low 7.

As I made my way towards her she picked up the pace and starting walking very fast towards and up Regent street. By the time I caught her she was about to enter the H&M.

My opener was shit; I told her she looked like Cruella DeVil as her big thick hair was covering one of her eyes. She gave me a confused look as I carried on with my stack. I told her she looked very Persian but she sounded more American (she had interrupted my stack a couple of times). She told me she had Persian roots but lived in America for 7 years. I found out she was here alone on holiday and had just under a week left. She was in the same line of work as me; the eye contact was very sexual as we talked shop about our respective careers. It doesn’t really matter what you talk about as long as you can sub-communicate your real intentions. After a few minutes of this she said, “are you busy now? We could go for a drink?” I pulled out my phone to check the time, it was 5.30pm. My plan was to go home and freshen up at around 6pm for my date at 7pm. I put my phone back in my pocket and said, “sure, I know a place around the corner.”

I walked us to O’Neills in Carnaby street, we sat outside, I got a Guinness and she had a Heineken. We carried on the comfort fluff and I threw in some light kino, touching her hands to comment on her jewellery. She returned it instantly and was cooing at my rings. She still hadn’t told me where she was from and seemed ashamed to tell me, I kept guessing and eventually I got the right answer… Kuwait, I didn’t have that flag. She was staring into my eyes and said “I have to tell you a secret… your eyes are amazing”. Had she been reading my blog for game advice?!

I asked her what she had planned for the evening before I stopped her “I was on my way to find somewhere to watch the sunset.” I excused myself to go to the toilet. It was now around 5.50pm and I had just over an hour until my date. I had a decision to make. This girl clearly had nothing planned for the evening and seemed to be attracted to me so I decided to reschedule the Portuguese, she lives in London so there would always be another opportunity to take her out. I sent her an excuse and returned to the Kuwaiti.

We were getting to the end of our drinks when the Kuwaiti, “Would you like to go somewhere to watch the sunset?” Why yes, yes I would. We walked towards Regents Park and stopped at a shop along the way to get a bottle of wine, which she paid for. It was now around 6.30pm. We sat down, I poured the wine and we toasted “to spontaneity”, I leant in for the first kiss attempt and she was all in. I pushed her off and started the questions game. The main things I recall her telling me was that she was 30 (she looks like she’s in her early 20’s), had only ever had two relationships, was not a virgin and was born Muslim but had never been in a mosque. The kissing got more and more passionate as the wine was consumed, before long she had my jeans undone and was wanking me off in the park whilst families were walking past. She clearly wasn’t a typical Muslim girl. It was now around 8pm, I suggested we pick up some food and go back to mine. She liked this idea.

When we got back to the flat I dropped the food in the kitchen and took her straight to the bedroom. I took her top and bra off and started sucking on her large breasts, she was moaning with pleasure so I removed my jeans. I tried to get hers off but she was having none of it. She insisted on giving me a tremendous blowjob and asked that I cum all over her tits. I obliged. We got dressed and went back to the kitchen to eat the food. After this we went back to the bedroom, I played her some tunes on the guitar and we messed around a bit before I got her fully undressed, she put up more LMR saying that she doesn’t have sex on the first date. I reasoned with her that this was not any normal first date and I quoted a line word for word from Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona “Why not? Life is dull, life is full of pain and this is a chance for something special.” Before long all our clothes were off and I was inside her. This is the first time I successfully used logic to persuade a girl to have sex, or so I thought.
Afterwards I asked her when she decided that she was going to have sex, she said, “when you played the guitar.”

It seems that I am getting more near misses than notches these days, they are happening too frequently to be “bad luck”. The main cause is that I have been pulling a lot harder and faster for a variety of reasons. “That’s the life I live. On the edge. The narrow path between heaven and hell” – Krauser said this once and it seems to align with the current stage of my journey. This tale involves yet another crazy girl, in fact, probably the craziest yet…

Sunday past I was winging with Ricky Roma, we rarely wing together even though we live under the same roof. In London there just aren’t enough sets and I am a greedy daygamer, I want all the hot girls to myself. However, it had been a fruitless weekend of game so far and it was a balmy day so we decided to walk around together enjoying the sunshine and shooting the shit whilst taking turns as the sets presented themselves.

We were walking from Leicester square towards Piccadilly Circus when we both saw a slim brunette walking towards us. As she got closer we noticed she had a nice midriff on display which had several tattoos on it. We let her pass and I gave Ricky the nod as it was my turn to open. I did a classic front-stop and looked at her like a sex deprived maniac gave her the “mesma”, if I wasn’t anonymous you could see said mesma in the picture below. She gave me a huge smile, It was on. She would later tell me that she noticed me before I noticed her and that she saw me turn to run after, she was expecting the approach.

The kids to the left obviously recognise solid game when they see it.

The set lasted somewhere between 5 and 10 minutes. I found out she was English, was a free-lance make-up artist for drag queens and was 24 years old. She was quite giggly and had a lot of nervous energy during the set. I put that down to her just being shy, but I would find out the real reason later.

As we spoke I couldn’t help but look her up and down and analyse her tattoos. I made sure to touch them as I enquired to their meaning. She was slim but not athletic slim, more the doesn’t eat a lot and is still young slim, she’ll be rotten in a few years. However, she looked filthy and yes, you guessed it, I really wanted to bang her.

She told me she was on her way to the national gallery to look at an exhibition, I took her number and walked off with a good feeling.

As you can see above, she was very keen. We arranged to meet the following Wednesday, note that she pinged me the day before to confirm. GREEN FLAG 1

It had been pissing down all day on the day of the date, I was surprised that she was still keen to come out. I turned up exactly on time, she messaged me a few minutes before 7pm saying that she would be a couple of minutes late. She would end up being 30 minutes late as she got lost twice on the way. Even though I gave her a very specific meeting point she managed to go to two other Top Shops and then blamed me for organizing a bad meeting place. She turned up looking like a drowned rat with soggy wet hair and some of her make-up was running. She was wearing black knee-high boots, black leggings a silver dress, with NO BRA underneath and a black denim jacket. She looked very bangable despite the drowned rat look. I went to give her a kiss on the cheek and I could smell the stench of stale cigarettes from her breath. Lovely.

I had a big golf umbrella so I pulled her under and walked us to the first venue which was a Sam Smiths pub called the Cock Tavern. It was packed inside and had standing room only. I got myself a beer and her a glass of white wine as I anchored myself on the bar and she stood opposite me. She was a bag of nerves and giggled at absolutely everything I said. As she sipped her white wine her hands were trembling. I tried to calm her down and started into the normal comfort fluff… She told me that she had just switched hostels and had no fixed living abode as she was leaving the country at the end of the month. GREEN FLAG 2

I asked her why she didn’t have work that day and she told me that she’s not allowed to work. I didn’t enquire as to why at this point. RED FLAG 1

We finished our drink at around 20:15 and I had the next venue booked which was just around the corner for 20:30. We were still early so we had a smoke under a porch opposite the venue which looked closed.

At this point she started showing me lots of photos from her instagram account. All of her pictures were of her with transexuals and drag queens. She looked hot in them all but I couldn’t help but be repulsed by the others in her pictures. She noticed this and asked if I had a problem, I said “no, I’ve just never met a girl like you before”. I had met some crazy bitches but this one was well on her way to taking the biscuit. As she was showing me these pictures she kept calling the drags/trannies by their stage names and saying “she is my absolute favourite, she’s so fun to party with” etc…. So not only does she follow these sick people (yes they are sick, if you think otherwise, then you’re wrong) she also hangs out with them. RED FLAG 2

When we finished our cigarettes I led us across the road to the venue entrance. It’s a little underground bar which you have to book in advance. The doors were locked despite me booking. FUCK

I rang the doorbell and the owner eventually answered. I told him I had a booking and he beckoned us inside out of the torrential rain. He led us down the stairs and there was no-one else in the venue. Perfect.

We sat beside each other on a couch, she ordered a cocktail and I a beer. As we waited for the drinks I started the questions game. Her first question was a sexual one. GREEN FLAG 3

Soon after this I went for the first kiss attempt and there was no resistance, she responded enthusiastically with full tongue. GREEN FLAG 4

We spoke about relationships, she explains how she believes in polygamy and doesn’t want anything serious, if she did she wouldn’t have agreed to meet me as she knows she’s leaving at the end of the month. GREEN FLAG 5

It felt on like donkey kong and I was already formulating this blog post in my head. It got to around 21:30 and it still felt too early to bounce. In hindsight I should have bounced, but I ordered us another round instead, by this point I’m down £40 in drinks.

“You never asked me why I can’t work” she stated.

“I figured you would tell me if you wanted to” I responded.

“I don’t normally tell people this…. but….. a few months ago…. I was diagnosed as bi-polar” she said before leaning back and examining my reaction. RED FLAG 3

“oh, I thought everyone was bi-polar these days?!” I retorted trying to keep the tone of the conversation light hearted.

She went on to explain why she was like this and asked me if it was a problem. I said of course not and tried to change the subject as quickly as possible. However, inside I was thinking, two personalities ain’t shit, I’ve dealt with four in one girl in the past.

At this stage of the date my thought process is that the green flags are outnumbering the red so I needed to keep running the train. I had work the next day but it was still early enough to bounce.

As we came to the end of the second round I suggested wine at my place. She agreed straight away. GREEN FLAG 6

We walked towards my apartment which was a 4 minute walk and she said suddenly;

“you haven’t even asked me what I studied yet”

“Oh, ok, what did you study?”

“POLITICS, I love politics, I think people are sooooo under-educated when it comes to politics and it’s my job to inform them” She announced. RED FLAG 4

Fuck.

“Oh, well my mother told me it’s a very bad idea to speak about death, politics or religion on a first meeting with a girl” I retorted.

“Jeremy Corbyn is my absolute faaaaaavourite politician, he should be PM instead of those tory scum-bags”. RED FLAG 5

Inside I was thinking “just get her to the flat and get this over and done with”.

I decided to humour her and myself a little. “Let me guess, you’re not a fan of Trump either?” I responded.

“NOOOOO, he is a stupid, racist, sexist buffoon”. RED FLAG 6

“Oh what do you know, I live right here, let’s get out of the rain”. Thank fuck we had arrived at the door, saved by the logistics.

When I got her into my room I poured us some wine and strummed a few tunes on the guitar. She was mightily impressed and even sang along whilst recording herself on snap-chat. She got instant gratification from hundreds or chodes telling her how beautiful her voice was. She sounded like a drowning cat.

I lay beside her on the bed and started escalating. I told her I wanted to see the rest of her tattoos. She quickly pulled off her leggings to reveal pasty white legs covered in colourful ink. All she had on now was a thong and her skimpy little dress. GREEN FLAG 7

She then began snatching the frame and choosing lots of songs on YouTube that she just had to show me. After each one I’d escalate again but she wasn’t playing along. Eventually I went for it and got my finger inside her pussy. She enjoyed it for about three seconds before pushing my hand out and announcing “NO, I don’t have sex on the first date, it’s my thing”. RED FLAG 7

I didn’t believe her, it was getting late, i’d invested a lot in this crazy bitch in terms of time, effort and money.

“Reeeeally?!!” I responded.

“Yes”

“So YOU are telling ME that you have NEVER had sex on a first date????” I was pissed off and I didn’t try to hide it one little bit.

“No, despite appearances I am not an easy girl”.

“I’m sorry love, but I just don’t believe you”.

I sat there in silence for about 15 minutes as she watched her shitty videos. This wasn’t a strategic roll-off, I was furious.

I tried again a few minutes later and she resisted. I told her I had to be up for work in the morning so she should leave. I walked her back to the tube and on the way she had the cheek to say “I think as I get older I am becoming more asexual, it just doesn’t interest me that much anymore”. RED FLAG 8

In hindsight I don’t know how I didn’t lose my shit with this girl, maybe I felt sorry for her fucked up little head. Anyway, we’re still in touch on whatsapp so I may yet get the notch. Why is it only me who seems to find these gems?

The closest I found when I typed half Chinese/Indian into google… She’s hotter than this.

I’ve been back in London for just under two weeks now, the daygame has been tough and my vibe has generally been shit as a result; I’ve done 86 sets, got 12 numbers, 9 of these did not respond to the feeler and I’ve had only one date (apart from the near miss). These stats are as thoroughly depressing as the quality on display compared to my jaunting days. However, it only takes one set to turn everything around…

Last Thursday I was walking down Oxford street at around 4pm. I saw a cute Asian girl on the other side of the road dressed all in black. Unlike GG, I very rarely open Asian girls, I just don’t find them that hot. This one looked a bit different though, maybe Kazakh said my pre-calibration.

Open – Thursday 20 July

I ran across the road and opened her whilst I was slightly out of breath, she noticed this and giggled as soon as I opened. It was a very solid set, lasting around 15 minutes, I probably could have idated her but I decided against it as she lived in London and had plans later that evening. During the set I found out she was 23, had just finished a degree in ‘fashion history’, was born in Hong Kong but her Dad is from Nepal, hence her different look. She looks Asian, but her eyes are bigger and her hips and breasts are curvier than your typical Chinese girl, she was hot. A high 7 in my book.

Intermission

There was some back and forth over the weekend, we both had plans so I set the date up for the following Monday. She agreed to it but tried to snatch the frame a few times over text. First she asked if I could come to her area as she was low on cash. I refused telling her that I don’t know her area, I was inviting her out so I would get the drinks. She agreed to meet me in from of Top Shop on Oxford street. A few hours before this she texted asking if we could go to a sushi place she knew which was half way across London from our agreed meeting point. I refused again telling her that we were just having a drink and that there was a nice place I wanted to take her to near Oxford street. She stopped with the shit tests.

D2 – Monday 24 July – 19:30

She turned up looking very hot in black shiny plimsolls, tight denim blue jeans, a racy black boob tube which had rips in it, almost like Wolverine had clawed at it, under this you could see her lacy black bra which was showing off her surprisingly perky breasts. Over this she wore a black lacy blazer and a leopard skin scarf. She had a bit of makeup on but not too much and had made a real effort, I really wanted to bang her.

The first venue was a Sam Smiths pub called the Cocks Tavern. We did the usual comfort fluff as I drank a beer and she had a double vodka and orange juice. She would mention a few times that she was working in the morning and could not have a late night. We spoke about her family, her work and her hobbies. As I was shifting from 1st into 2nd she decided to go straight to 4th asking “what type of girls do you normally date?”. Prior to this point I was thinking this girl would probably take a few dates to get the notch, now I decided to go for it on this one.

I walked her to the second venue which was another Sam Smiths pub called the Horse & Groom. It was now 20:30 and I was already planning the bounce to my apartment which was not even a stone’s throw away. The bar was empty so we got a couch at the back, perfect for escalating. As I ordered the drinks at the bar I pinged the guys telling them that I would be bouncing back to the flat after this drink.

I started the questions game and things got sexual very quickly, her first question was “have you ever had a one night stand?”. I told her I’d had a few and she told me that she had never had one. Yeah right. After a couple of sips of beer I went for the first kiss attempt. There was no resistance on her part, but she was a terrible kisser, she kept biting me.

Soon after this I invited her up for some wine and again, there was no resistance to this idea. I gave her a little tour of the flat, both the boys had their bedroom doors shut so I poured us some wine and took her straight to the bedroom. By 21:30 she was on my bed, just under 2 hours after meeting. I gave her about 15-20 minutes to feel more comfortable, I played a couple of tunes on the guitar and showed her some pictures. Before long all of our clothes were off and I was banging her raw-dog. I came on her stomach within about 2 minutes. She asked “we’re gonna go again, right?”. It was now around 22:00 and I was getting tired, she seemed to have forgotten about getting up early for work in the morning and wanted more.

I banged her again on the bed, against the wall, on the desk in my room and she also mounted me as I sat on the chair. As she was on top I leant back on the chair so that it went onto its hind legs. As I did this the hind legs buckled and we both ended up on the floor! This debauchery went on for quite a while, we finally finished banging at around 00:45 and I was exhausted and dripping with sweat.

De-brief

She told me that she knew she wanted to fuck as soon as she agreed to come upstairs to the apartment. She asked me how many sexual partners I have had, I gave her an honest approximation (50-60). She told me she had less than 10, I don’t believe this for a second.

At around 01:00 she asked me if I could order her an uber as the last tubes had now gone. I’d already spent £20 on two rounds at the bar so I was reluctant to spend the same again on getting her home. I offered that she stay until the morning and get the tube home, she agreed and we banged again in the morning.Will I see her again?

Maybe, she is hot and is great in bed. On the flipside, she is a bit princessy and doesn’t seem to have much going on in her life, I’d probably get bored of her very quickly. When she left this morning she didn’t mention seeing each other again so maybe I won’t get the choice.

She was actually hotter than the girl in this pic and younger lookingThis is a painful post to write as I got so so close, but now she has left the country and I’ll probably never see her again. However, I’m fairly certain I know where I fucked up…

I hit the streets on Saturday for my first proper session back in London and as expected, it was SHIT. I did 8 sets and got one number. I’d forgotten how bad the quality was, how unreceptive the girls were and how harsh the blowouts can be in London after 3 months in Eastern Europe. I had no enthusiasm to be on the streets at all and the quality drop was hitting me hard. I sacked off the daygame and went for beers with the lads that evening.

The next day I woke up late and in a shitty mood so I decided to get up, get showered and go walk off my hangover. My plan was to go out and enjoy the sunshine, I wasn’t going to throw myself in front of any buses. I left the flat at around 3pm, walked to the bottom of my street and ordered a coffee at the Costa. I meandered down Regent street, it was Sunday so they had pedestrianised it. There was a carnival atmosphere, it was mainly families, but it was nice to be outside.

I took the first sip of my scorching hot Americano and I almost spat it straight back out when I saw a very tanned brunette with big pouty lips and MASSIVE tits, she was wearing a flowery dress attached to a black boob tube and walking in my direction. I let her pass me and I had a good look at her front behind, she had a big flowery tattoo on her back. I noticed that every mans head was turning in her direction as she strolled up the street. I had to do it.

Open

I told her she looked pretty, she was very exotic and that she looked like she had just come from the beach. She just stood there looking me up and down.

“You’re definitely not from London, maybe you are from a caribbean Island..” I continued.

“HAHAHA, NOOO, IM FROM CALIFORNIA!!” she said in her loud, nasally, American accent. It irritates the shit out of me, but I decided I’d put up with it on this one occasion.

I found out she was a nurse in California, loved to travel and was only in London until Tuesday. I asked her what she was up to and she said;

“Actually, I’m looking for a bar, I WANNA DRINK!”

Ding, Ding, Ding went the SDL bell. I looked at her, looked at my full Americano and said “I know a nice bar just around the corner, let’s go”

V1 – 15:15

I walked her to a bar on Kingly street. We sat opposite each other at a table outside. I got us drinks, she had a double jack daniels and I a beer. We did the comfort fluff and I found out she loved to drink, exercise and travel. However, the most interesting piece of information was that her tits were fake, double D’s. They were impressive. We talked a lot about the plastic surgery culture and gym obsession in California, about her career and her family. She was 31 but she looks more like she’s in her mid-twenties due to going to the gym every day and the surgery. She’s a high 7, would have been and 8 a few years ago, I really wanted to bang her.

She offered to get the next round in but I suggested we go for a walk and she agreed. I walked her to a bar across the road from my new flat.

V2 – 16:00

She ordered us both double Laphroaig’s, we sat on a bench outside and I started the questions game. I asked her why she was single and she said that no man has been able to put up with her travelling. She travels solo a lot and often for two weeks at a time. I asked her to show me some pictures from her travels and at this point I sat beside her. I did my best to escalate both physically and verbally but it was difficult given that we were sitting outside in the broad daylight and there were a lot of people around. After another drink I decided to try and bounce her to the apartment

V2 – 17:30

As we were walking I asked her if she liked red wine and she said yes. I invited her to my apartment which just happened to be directly across the road. She agreed to come up without a fuss. I gave her a quick tour before taking her to my bedroom as Ricky and GG were also in the flat. I poured us red wine and I showed her some youtube videos. She guzzled the first glass down in about half a second, I refilled her glass and went for the first kiss. There was no resistance but she pulled away first. This happened a few times but she resisted further escalation.

I rolled off and then she said she wanted to go out. She got up to go to the toilet and bumped into Ricky in the hallway so we all had a brief chat before leaving. He would later text me this…

Ricky is slightly more generous with the HB ratingIt was now around 18:30. I suggested we go to Camden market and she liked this idea. We finished the wine (she drank most of it!) and made our way out. As we were walking we decided we were hungry so went for burgers…

V4 – 18:45

Nice bunsAfter food I told her it was now too late to go to Camden so walked her to another bar at the top of my street. We had another drink each then started walking towards mine. I walked us into the supermarket and just assumed that she was keen to come back to mine. I bought a bottle of wine and walked back to the flat, she followed.

It was now somewhere between 20:30-21:00. I got her onto the bed again and poured the wine, again. We were both quite tipsy by now and she was very chatty. I put on Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona, we didn’t watch it much and the kissing got a lot more intense. I pulled her underwear aside and started fingering her hard. She was moaning loudly and I thought it was game, set and match. But then she pushed my hand away. I rolled off and tried again two more times. As I was fingering her the third time I tried to remove her top, but it was attached to her skirt, I’d never seen such a garment! I asked her how the hell do I remove it and she just laughed. Eventually her forebrain took full control and she said “I don’t have sex on the first date, this is too fast”. I rolled off completely hoping that she would reinitiate. But about 30 minutes later, at around 23:30, she ordered herself an Uber and was gone. Before she left she talked about hanging out the next day (Monday) as she would leave on Tuesday morning. Deal.

I pinged her the next morning, she was replying but I felt that the bubble had already burst and as suspected she ghosted after her last message at 11:54.

Where did it all go wrong?

I think I made the right call in trying to go for the SDL even though she had another day in town. I don’t think I escalated too fast, in fact, quite the opposite. The idate lasted 8 hours, 1 more than recommended by Mystery. When I had her in the bedroom the second time I should have got my dick out. Krauser probably would have done it in the first bar!

This girl has nothing to do with this post, other than the fact that she is a girl.

I’m back in London and the post jaunt depression is kicking in. I took a walk round the usual central London spots for about an hour yesterday and I did not see ONE set that I wanted to open. As ever, I will remain optimistic, I’m sure it will get better here. I have now moved into a nice new apartment with Ricky and GG and it is a 5 minute walk from Oxford circus. That means bouncebacks every Saturday, right?

Before I fix my focus on London, here are my final thoughts on the Euro Jaunt…

In mid-April I departed London for what would be my biggest jaunt to date. 88 days later I would finish the jaunt in Kiev having banged 14 girls in 4 different countries, that’s 1 every 6.29 days. This is way beyond what I expected from the trip, I would have been happy with half that. This trip has given me a sneak peek into what it would be like to go full nomad and as each day passed I would ask myself if I could ever do this full time. The short answer to that is… YES, I would do it in a heartbeat. Here’s the longer answer…

I will start with the stats, as ever, these are daygame only.

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

Date Flake

idate

Date

Near Miss

Lays

381

32.81%

7.87%

34.19%

34.19%

2.89%

7.87%

2.10%

2.62%

5.95

125

30

53

19

11

30

8

10

If I take out the travel to, from and between locations then only 80 of the 88 days were available to daygame. Of these 80 days I went out 64 times giving an overall average of 5.95 sets per session. I had a total of 16 “days off”. 5 of these were in Belgrade, the rest interspersed sporadically throughout the trip.

I opened 381 girls in total, getting the contact details of 155, a close rate of 1 in 2.46. 53 of these did not respond to the feeler.

I only started tracking date flakes in Moscow as this is when it really began to annoy me! I Idated only 11 of these girls. This was a conscious decision, I only idated towards the end of my time in each location or if I decided that it was logistically the best option.

I dated 30 of the 155 girls, just under 1 in 5. This number does not include D3’s, D4’s, D5’s or even D6’s! The number of dates would roughly double if I included these.

I had 8 near misses, some of them were a lot closer to the line than others and my notch count would have almost doubled if I converted them all. All the near misses had one thing in common; I pulled too fast due to running out of time. Either I was leaving town or they were.

I banged 10 girls from daygame and 4 from night game. Here is a full rundown of the 14;

Of course, I would have liked the average HB rating to be higher. However, I am happy with this, I consider myself to be a male 6, I don’t get many IOI’s and I have to use game to make these girls attracted.

The average age was 23.5 (Before I banged the 33 yr old this was was 22.76) which is 10 years younger than me, again, I am happy with this.

What did I do well?

Daygame

I was happy with my daygame. My sets were of a consistently high level and the results show this. I was beginning to question everything at times in Moscow, but a change of scenery seemed to fix everything. I must be getting the hang of this stuff.

Wing Selection

Everywhere I went I had at least one wing. There were only 2 days on the entire jaunt that I was solo. This was much better than expected. When I booked the trip I was expecting to be solo for most of it. But different wings joined up along the way and I met a few others for the first time. The daygame community is quite small and I saw the same faces in several locations. If you’re of a decent level of game and not a complete weirdo, then you shouldn’t find it hard to find travel buddies. Thanks to Xants, Mr R, Tomasz, The Chesire Cat, Krauser, Mr Arr (shotgun), Ricky, GG and Seven, it was a pleasure winging with you all.

Vibe Maintenance

Even when I wasn’t approaching, my mind was more or less constantly on game. However, I took days off, I went to the gym fairly regularly and I made sure to enjoy myself. You don’t have to approach every hot girl that walks by you and at times I was happy to walk around with the lads as they did the sets.

Scheduling

I think I chose the best three consecutive months you could for a jaunt. Most EE cities empty out in July and August and the weather is too hot anyway. You only have September and October to jaunt after this. I wanted to do 3 consecutive months so I went from mid April – mid July. If I had to book it again I would adjust this slightly to go at the beginning of April and come back end of June.

Avoided Revulsion/Meltdowns

This is due to the above.

What could I have done better?

Finances

I had a rough budget in mind before I went out, but when I was there this pretty much went out the window. If I was more careful with this I could have travelled for longer, but I was ready to come back anyway.

Flexibility

I booked all my flights and accommodation months in advance. If I hadn’t done this I probably would have stayed in Belgrade longer, left Moscow earlier and stayed in St. Petersburg longer. I know that Krauser only books his travel arrangements a week or so out. If I did this again, I would adapt a similar approach.

Alcohol consumption

I like a drink; in the 88 day period I had only 4 days without a drink. Most days I only had 1 or 2 beers at dinner. However, when I was travelling with Xants I drank a lot more. I don’t regret this but there were quite a few days when I was daygaming with a hangover, this didn’t effect my results too adversely but it does make it more of a slog. There is also the fact that alcohol is not good for your health in the long term and it also ate a significant portion of my budget. If I went full nomad this would have to change.

Productivity

Before I departed I had grand ideas of how I would use my time when I wasn’t gaming. I would complete Jordan Petersons Self Authoring program, I’d figure out how I would create passive income, I’d read a million books, I’d watch philosophy videos on youtube. None of this happened.

I was and still am amazed at how easy it was for me to become a lazy slob. When I’m in the UK I manage to squeeze in work, gym, daygame, dating, reading and other hobbies into a typical day. When I was jaunting my typical day was waking up at mid-day, going for food, daygaming and then either going on a date with a girl or having dinner/beers with the lads. Rinse, repeat. I was never bored, but it’s not a sustainable lifestyle.

Could I go full nomad?

Yes I could. Is there anything better than swanning around the globe and meeting, dating and having sex (without paying for it) with hotter, younger women? All I have to do now is crack this passive income thing, tweak my budget control, cut down on the boozing and I’m laughing.

Final City Rankings

This is how I enjoyed the cities overall, as with everything on this blog, this is my opinion, based on my experiences;

I have departed Kiev, which brings my Euro Jaunting for 2017 to an end [1]. I am currently sweating my arse off in Cyprus visiting my Turkmen for what will probably be the last time I see her. Yes, I do see a tiny percentage of the girls I bang again. It has been a frantic three months and now it is time for me to take some time out from daygame. I will review the entire trip on a separate post; this post is my tuppence on Kiev…

First Impressions

Even though I did OK in Moscow, I felt like it had defeated me, I couldn’t wait to get out of there. So when I touched down in Kiev I was buzzing with enthusiasm and a renewed sense of vigour. I landed late on the evening of Thursday 22 June. I woke up the next day, the sun was shining and I was raring to go, like a coiled spring.

I was solo for my first day, at around 11am I took my maiden voyage down the main daygame strip, Khreschatyk street. My plan was to get food, buy a local sim then hit the streets. As I went about doing the mundane stuff I was highly encouraged by the skirt passing me by. Short shorts and skirts were everywhere and the bodies that they sat upon were generally young and tight.

Once I got food in my belly and a sim in my phone I popped off a few sets. The first one turned into a mini-idate, she asked me to walk with her whilst she bought a diary for her friend. We spoke for about 20 minutes before I took her number [2].

I opened another girl at the crossing at the bottom of Khreschatyk. She was a very tall brunette with bronze skin, easily an 8. She was IOIing me as we crossed the road in opposite directions. It was a great set, I took her number and I was absolutely buzzing [3].

I popped off another and got a polite blowout. After this the heavens opened and with that, the streets emptied which brought an end to the daygame for that day. This first day would turn out to represent the rest of the trip quite nicely; Lot’s of promise only to have it plundered by factors outside of my control.

The City

The cost of living is a LOT less than Moscow and the drop in quality is negligible, in fact, I think it may even be better than Moscow in that regard. You don’t have to fart about getting a visa and then registering it when you get there. There is undoubtedly a lot of poverty and this even had an impact on several of my sets as I was interrupted multiple times by beggars. Despite this, there is a pleasant vibe about the place and most people can speak English. There are a lot of parks around, a nice river and there seems to be plenty of non-game things to do, I didn’t do any of these of course, apart from when walking with girls. They have also realised that eggs can be cooked after 12pm, a very significant factor when considering a Euro Jaunt destination.

The Girls

If London is a sea of 6’s [4] and Warsaw a seas of 7’s then I would say Kiev is a sea of 7.5’s. There are a lot of hot girls but you need to have your wits about you to figure out their angle. I touched upon this in one of my lay reports, but you do need to be careful when you’re opening on Khreschatyk, especially during gutter game hours. This is when the “turkroaches” and sex workers are on the prowl. That said the vast majority of the girls I opened seemed to be genuinely nice girls who didn’t want anything in exchange. The worst cases I suffered of girls on the take were;

A girl asked me to buy her a £100 bouquet of flowers before she would consider coming out on a date. I sent her emoticon flowers on whatsapp, she didn’t like them and I never got her out.

The violin girl insisted that I feed her every time. She only ate salad, it was worth it.

Night game girl – see below

Even though the students were no longer around there seemed to be plenty to shoot at every day. I rarely saw the same girls again so I didn’t get the feeling that the city was too small. I never once had a girl say that she had heard it all before even though there were a lot of other gamers around, the city is not burned.

Wings

I was uncertain whether I would have the finances or the gumption to carry on jaunting after Moscow, but around mid-June I decided to go for it. Xants and I booked our Kiev flights and accommodation. Having followed me all the way to Moscow, Krauser also ended up following me to Kiev arriving a few days after us. Even though we were an odd number it worked out quite well in that we rarely daygamed as a 3-set and I thoroughly enjoyed the camaraderie. I dragged them both to the gym, we would frequently fish at a Belgian restaurant on Khreschatyk, drinking coffees, beers and whiskey whilst discussing all things game, sports and politics and Krauser would also tell us about his video games. It was fun.

Enough of the pre-amble, let’s analyse the stats;

Daygame

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

Date Flake

idate

Date

Near Miss

Lays

77

44.16%

3.90%

37.84%

8.11%

3.90%

10.39%

2.60%

3.90%

34

3

14

3

3

8

2

3

I opened 77 girls over 13 sessions averaging 5.92 girls a day. Of the 17 days available to daygame, I had 4 days off. I certainly wasn’t spamming and was quite conscious of vibe protection. I was starting to feel a little bit of burnout, especially after a frustrating month in Moscow.

I got the contact details of 37 of these girls; a close rate of 1 in 2.08, number closing is definitely not the problem in this city.

Of these 37 contact details 14 did not respond to the feeler, this is quite normal. Only three girls flaked on agreed dates. Two of these were girls that I had already been on a first date with, so date flaking seems to be almost non-existent compared to Moscow.

I had 3 idates, one of which I would convert to a notch, the other two I got out on proper first dates. One of them sent me a long message saying that she knew that I was only after sex and that is not something that she was interested in. Fair enough. The other girl left town for the rest of Summer after a double date as well as a proper first date.

I had 8 proper first dates in total. 3 of these are discussed above, I banged another two. The other 3 dates went as follows;

A date to nowhere with a cute economics student

We did coffee then an alcoholic drink but she resisted all forms of escalation. I didn’t get the kiss. We set up a D3 for my last evening in Kiev but she flaked only to text me the day I left saying “I’m sorry, I left my phone at my grandma yesterday”. This is despite her viber status being almost constantly online throughout that day.

Near Miss with a “Photo-Model”

This was quite a milestone for me. She didn’t drink so we went for coffee. I escalated hard in the coffee shop, kissed her a lot and bounced her back to the apartment. Kissed her some more but she resisted further escalation. That would have been my first ever notch without any alcohol involved. Unfortunately she left town the next day and I never got her out again. She is still texting me so this goes in the long lead bin.

Near Miss with a Whore

This was technically a night game set and was to be my only one of the trip, we didn’t find any good places conducive to night/bar game. I opened her as Xants and I were waiting for an uber to Coyote Ugly on his first night in town. I saw a short busty girl crossing the road in my direction. I can’t quite remember what I said but I recall going caveman and demanding that she stopped. She responded enthusiastically, I went for her number as she was about to get into a separate taxi. She asked where we were going, I told her and she invited herself along. Xants and I exchanged a puzzled look as she walked over to her cab, cancelled it and jumped in the Uber with us. We got to the venue and I ended up buying her a few drinks. Xants left us alone for a while and I kissed her a few times. I took her home in an uber, I was quite certain I would get laid but I had some reservations as to whether she would ask me to pay for it. As we ascended the stairs to our apartment she started banging on one of the other apartment doors. Now shit was getting really weird. I asked her if she knew who lived in there. She wouldn’t answer me and kept banging on the door. My best guess is that it was either a whorehouse or a drug dealer. I eventually got her into our flat, the vibe was weird, she didn’t seem interested in me and lay on the couch for a few minutes. I got her up and we started kissing, she got her massive tits out, even though she was 20, they had stretch marks on them. I looked at them a bit funny, a few moments later she announced, “I’m leaving, my car is outside”. I didn’t object and off she went into the night. I’m fairly certain she was a drug addict or a whore, or both.

I got 3 notches from 77 sets, that’s 1 in 25.67. Not quite Belgrade levels but I’m more than happy with that.

Highlights

Much better results than Moscow

Good weather

Lower cost of Living

Hanging out with the lads

Lowlights

False positives – girls will happily give you their number and text back and forth. Getting them out on a date is a little bit harder, not much. But actually getting them to open their legs is a lot harder.

Conclusion

I like Kiev. You have a full spectrum of girls from full-blown whore all the way down to super K. The quality is high and cost of living is low. I will definitely return in the future, but probably during term time when there is even more to shoot at.

[1] – there is a slim possibility I may do another in October

[2] – She never responded to the feeler

[3] – We messaged back and forth but she made an excuse every time I invited her out.

[4] – I’ve been told this is now downgraded to 5’s, can’t wait to get back to London!

This one is completely opposite to the last girl in every way, this is the unpredictability of daygame.

It was Friday night, around 10.30pm. I was walking around with Krauser and hadn’t done a set all day. I was quite content with my lot for the trip and was now taking it easy. Khreschatyk was eerily quiet and frankly, I was bored of it. I suggested to Krauser that the Postal Area might be worth a crack. We jumped on the metro and after one stop on the red line, we alighted. There were more people around and the vibe was significantly more pleasant, this was mainly due to the absence of what Krauser had affectionately coined “turkroaches” and sex workers.

As we started our first lap down the street a short girl with dreadlocks and a white dress displaying an impressive cleavage threw me a glance. I was happy to let it go, she was a 6. Krauser said something like “she gave you a BIG look”. I reluctantly made chase.

Open – Friday 7 July – 10.50pm

I got in front of her and said “Excuuuuse me”. She put out her hand and said “My name is Mila”. It was definitely an IOI then. I told her that her dreadlocks were interesting and asked her if she was from Jamaica. She looked confused, I dropped it and went into normal chit chat. You don’t need to game them if they’re already complying. I went for the idate but she told me that she had to get home. I explained that I was only here for two more days but I would like to take her for a drink before I leave. She gave me her number and off she went.

Epic Text Game

D2 – Saturday 8 July – 8pm
She arrived in what looked like the same outfit but with big black platform high heels and a bit more make-up. She looked very bangable, but not a girl I would gladly parade in front of my wings.

I walked her to Roast and Brew. We did the usual comfort fluff and this is where I found out that she was bonkers, just how I like them. She was the same age as me (Eeeeeuw), had two daughters and was divorced. She had 3 jobs. 1 – a dog groomer, 2- a psychologist and 3 – a sexologoist as well as being a single parent. She told me she liked to dabble in witchcraft, I asked her if I should be scared and she said “no, I can see that your soul is good”. OK.

I bounced her to the Chillout Cafe. We sat on a couch, I had a beer and she a cocktail. I started the questions game and she didn’t waste any time getting sexual. I went for the kiss and she rebuffed my first 3 attempts. Eventually, at around 11pm I got the kiss.

We left at around 11.30pm and I suggested we have some wine at my place which just so happened to be upstairs. She resisted a little but I took her hand and walked her towards the apartment and she followed.

When we got into the flat we sat on the couch for around an hour drinking wine and she was showing me pictures of her kids on her facebook. It felt weird.

Eventually I got her into the bedroom, there was about an hour of LMR before I banged her at around 1.30am. The sex was good but I could see the signs of age on her body. Her large breasts had lines on them when she lay on her back, she explained that this was from breast feeding. She had scars on her hips, this is from when they did surgery to remove her stretch marks. She was still in great shape, but I’ll stick to YHT in future.

She was in an uber by 2.20am and I was eating a kebab in my boxers whilst watching Trump meet Putin on Youtube by 02.40am. This is what happens when you’re above game.

The Thursday before last at around 10.30pm, I was walking with Krauser and Xants on what were turning into perpetual laps of Kreschatyk street. I would soon be meeting violin girl for a first date.

I saw a pretty little brunette pass me by in a blue dress with tied back hair and blue sandals. She reminded me of Penelope Cruz, she was a solid, if not high 7.

Open – Thursday 29 June

I told her she looked like a ballerina and she hooked instantly. Her English was great, she is actually an English teacher and was on her way home from teaching an evening class. She’s 24 and from a small city a few hours away from Kiev. I took her number and made my way to meet the violinist.

I pinged her the next day and she seemed quite keen, there was some back and forth and eventually we decided to meet the following Sunday.

D2 – Sunday 2 July

Over text she had expressed a wish to take me to a different part of Kiev. I agreed to meet her at 8pm at the Postal Area, it was nice to get away from Kreschatyk. We walked up and down the river front before crossing over the suspension bridge to buy a couple of drinks and smoke hookah by the river whilst watching the sunset.

I didn’t try any “gamey” stuff, I just talked to her like a normal person whilst weaving in little DHV’s about myself and teasing her every now and then.

At around 10.30pm I took her to bar on the waterfront where I sat beside her on a couch. I got the first kiss on the first attempt at around 11pm before we both got the metro home at around mid-night.

I enjoyed this first date, she seemed like a smart girl and had some banter. However, the shit tests just poured out of her. E.g. she would question my every decision from meeting point, choice of table, choice of drink etc. Most men would probably give up or lose patience with such a girl. This led me to place her firmly in the K selected box, I was assuming her notch count was less than 5.

At the end of the date she told me she would be going away on Friday for a long weekend. When she would return I would have already left Kiev. I made a mental note to try and cram in as many dates between now and then as possible.

I pinged her the next day and suggested coffee. She suggested a walk instead. I conceded the frame. Again.

D3 – Tuesday 4 July – 3.30pm

I met her between her classes for two hours. We went for a walk through a park up to the rainbow looking thing at the top of Kreschatyk. We talked about boring stuff whilst I got a spike in every few minutes or so. We had a few kisses and she went back to work at 5.30pm.

D4 – Wednesday 5 July – 3.30pm

She wanted to show me some monument that was just out of the centre. I took a metro and met her there. We went for another long walk to this big monument before getting an uber back to Kreschatyk where we had a coffee before she went to work at 6pm. We agreed to meet the next evening for alcohol before she would leave on Friday afternoon.

D5 – Wednesday 6 July – 10.30pm

She had just finished her lesson and pinged me asking what I was up to. I just so happened to be gutter gaming on Kreschatyk, where she wanted to meet. I walked her straight back to mine, a glass of wine, lots of kissing but she stopped my attempts to escalate further and left after around half an hour.

D6 – Thursday 6 July – 10.15pm

Last chance saloon. I met her on Kreschatyk and she looked great considering she had just finished work. She wore a little black dress and black trainers. The dress was showing off a little bit of cleavage. I really wanted to bang her.

I started walking her in the direction of my apartment. As we walked past the chillout cafe next to my apartment I meekly suggested we go for a drink in there. She ignored this so I walked her straight up to the apartment.

She made herself comfortable by removing her shoes and taking a seat on a chair (not the couch where I could sit beside her). I poured the wine and she started showing me music she liked on youtube, it was actually good.

I sat on the couch adjacent to her chair. It took me about 30 minutes to get her to sit beside me. Once she did we were kissing quite heavily. She would pull away first every time which frustrated the shit out of me. She complained a few times that I was rushing things. Inside I was thinking, “Rushing?!!!, this is a D6, D fucking 6, do you know how many girls I have had on a D6? Zero, that’s how many, ZERO!”. But I didn’t say this.

At around midnight I eventually got her into the bedroom. I gave her a massage and soon her clothes were off and we were fucking. The sex was great, there’s no way her notch count was less than 5 in hindsight.

Debrief

She told me she knew from the first date that she wanted to have sex with me, she just wanted to make me wait as long as possible.

I banged her two more times and then suggested she get an uber home at around 3am. She was not happy at all with this. She got up and threw her clothes on in a huff. I walked her down to the Uber and she didn’t say a word to me as she got in the car. I pinged her afterwards, she’s read it and not replied. I explained this to Krauser and he said “she know’s she lost and you won, I wouldn’t worry about it”.

I got a question on twitter “If you could do it all over again, would you?”. I think I would. Most of the dates were low opportunity cost, I didn’t have anything else on and half of them were during the day when the daygame typically isn’t as good. She was hot, even though I had to put up with her princessy behaviour, the sex was definitely worth it.

I’ve been in Kiev for 10 days now, it’s been eventful and I like this city more than Moscow by a country mile. I’ve done a fair bit of daygame, some night game and have had two near misses. I got my first lay a week in, here’s the story…

It was quite late on Tuesday evening past, around 11pm. Xants was on a date which would lead to the first notch of the trip. I was gutter gaming with Krauser and was waiting for him to finish a set at the top of Khreschatyk street. A cute brunette drifted past me in a white blouse, green skirt and green plimsolls, she looked very K. Lets call her Kera, she’s a bog standard 7.

Open

She looked dreamy. I told her this and challenged her as to why she was wandering around on her own on a Tuesday night looking so happy with herself. Kera told me that she had just received her results from her University and that she had done very well in her exams. This seemed like a great cause to celebrate so I suggested we grab a drink right there and then. There weren’t many sets around, Krauser was talking about going home soon and I had to stay out of the flat while Xants got his notch, it seemed like a win-win. She agreed so I walked us to the nearest bar where we could sit outside which happened to be a place called Casta.

idate

Kera told me she doesn’t normally drink alcohol but today was a special occasion. She perused the cocktail menu like it was the first time she’d ever seen a cocktail menu. I ordered a beer, she eeny-meeny-miney-moed and landed on a long Island Ice tea.

We did the comfort fluff. I found out she was 20 years old, played classical violin, was from a small city and moved to Kiev 2 years ago to study music. I asked her why she wasn’t celebrating with her friends if it was such a big occasion. She told me she had just been walking all afternoon with her friend and now her friend had gone home.

I have heard of this “walking” past-time from several girls in Kiev now, please do not confuse it with the Walker Walk. There seem to be a few different types of girls that do the “walking”…

Whores looking to solicit greasy, fat Turkish men

Girls looking to attract attention from normal men

Girls who genuinely have nothing better to do or more importantly can’t afford to do so

Girls who are genuinely trying to get from A to B

I put Kera firmly in category 3.

We had one drink, I suggested going back to mine but she made excuses and I ordered her an uber and as we waited I got a proper kiss with a little bit of tongue.

The next day I pinged her to suggest we meet on Thursday evening at 9pm. She responded saying yes, but would only be available at 11pm. I took this late meeting as a good sign so I agreed.

At around 10.30 I pinged her to confirm, she messaged back a 10.40 saying she could meet now.

D2

I bumped into her at the top of Kreschatyk as I was walking with Krauser and Xants.

She looked cute in a blue flowery dress and a white cardigan. I walked her to the Irish bar and walked us straight to the booths at the back. We sat down and she expressed her desire to sit in the main bar so that she could watch the band. I said “no, I didn’t bring you here to watch music, I brought you here so I could speak to you, it will be too loud in there”.

She looked unimpressed. The waitress came and spoke in Ukrainian to Kera asking us if we would go to the main bar. I told her, obviously in English, that we would be sitting here.

We ordered drinks, she ordered food, only a salad so it didn’t break the bank. She asked again if we could go to the other side, she really wanted to watch the band. I relented due to the fact that she was a musician so I told her I would go look for a table, she should wait in our seats. I took a wander and there were no good seats, the band was really loud and really shit. I walked back to tell her this and she had already gathered all her things and was walking towards me.

I told her to sit back down, she said no, lets go to the main bar. I told her

“you can go to the main bar, I will go home. I came here to speak to you, if you don’t want that I will leave now”.

She hurried back to our seats. There were a few moments of awkward silence, I think she was scared of me at this point but also massively attracted by the dominance and my willingness to walk away.

We had one drink each, she ate her salad and I suggested we go for a walk. We walked in the direction of my apartment, as we got closer I pointed to the flat and said “I live just there, let’s go up for a glass of wine and you can show me some of your favourite classical music on youtube”. She hesitated and I said “you can leave if you feel uncomfortable at any moment”. She followed me up.

We got inside, I showed her around and poured us some wine and she chose a Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto on Youtube, it was really fucking good. We kissed a lot and I tried to pull her to the bedroom 3 or 4 times but she kept resisting.

It was now pushing 3am, I got up, took her hand and pulled her towards the bedroom, she followed. I put her on the bed, went back and fetched the laptop and the wine. We watched some more Youtube and fooled around. It took me about an hour, but by around 4am I finally beat the LMR and banged her whilst Tchaikovsky played in the background. Culture.

Debrief

She told me she had only ever had sex with one person before, her boyfriend of three years. She said the sex with him was terrible and that it was so much better with me. We only did missionary and I lasted 5 minutes. That guy must have been really bad in bed.

We’re still in contact so I may get her round for seconds… if I get bored of trying to get fresh notches. So probably not.

Learning Points

Even if you put her in the k box, it doesn’t mean she won’t bang

A lot of girls in Kiev are very poor

Frame is everything – I’m pretty sure the moment I threatened to walk out got me the notch

Guest post by Xants. He wrote this two years ago. Excuse the lack of commas…

The HB (Hot Babe) Scale, invented by Mystery and made famous in the book The Game by Neil Strauss was invented as a way to describe how hot a particular girl is. The scale is liner ranging from HB1 to HB10 where a HB1 is hideous and a HB10 is underwear model stunning. The reality is however hotness is not a linear scale, there are in fact a much higher proportion of average girls than either hideous girls or stunning girls so, how does this relationship work? In The Game Strauss refused to use anything below a HB5 as that would be degrading to women, I say bollox to that, if we’re having a 10 point scale we’re going to damn well use it. Most girls are by definition average therefore the vast majority of girls are HB5’s and HB6’s. Walk around Oxford Street on a Saturday though looking for those that stand out and you will find them relatively rare. I therefore propose that the HB scale is a cubic bell curve as shown in Fig. 01.

66% of all girls are either a HB5 or a HB6 when aged 18 to 25. 11.1% are a HB7, meaning that slightly less than 1 in 10 girls is a HB7 3.7% are an HB8, or nearly 4 in every 100 1.23% are a HB9, that’s 1 in every 100 0.4% are a HB10, that’s 1 in every 250 girls Of course these figures are only applicable for girls in the 18-25 age range. How does age affect the HB scale? Everybody with even a shred of Red Pill awareness or even common sense knows that post 25 hotness starts to leak out of women like horse power leaving an old Ford Cortina. The exact rate of leakage in any individual girl depends on a multitude of factors but primarily genetics, diet, exercise, alcohol consumption and whether or not the girl smokes.

From 25 a point of hotness leaks from a girl every 2-7 years, indeed with some girls the points start leaking much earlier, virtually from birth, and it is from these very girls that we get our HB1’s in the initial graph. If we say that on average a girl leaks a point of hotness every 5 years (I think here we are being generous, it may well be closer to every 3 years in the West and possibly at an accelerating rate) we find that by 30 our graph looks like this:

Everything has moved to the left, we find no HB10’s at all and an increased number of HB1’s (the HB1’s we had before are still HB1’s). Most girls are now HB4’s and HB5’s. If your bottom limit is a HB6 you’re now shockingly looking at fucking only 16.44% of the girls in this age range. (I think the reality is for most non PUA guys the bottom limit is probably a 5 or even a 4, so in reality for most people it is much higher.) Fast forward to 35:

Again everything has shifted to the left, you’re now looking at roughly 5% of girls who are a HB6 or higher. And at 40:

Barely anything worth fucking at all.

Conclusions

Hotness is directly linked to the scarcity of good genetics The relationship is not linear 9’s and 10s are extremely rare and only occur in younger women, by 35 they don’t exist at all If you want to fuck even an 8 you’re going to need either your own exceptional genetics or incredibly tight game and to be prepared to wade through a sea of averageness. The one thing that can possibly keep a girl at a 9 into their 30’s is probably cosmetic surgery, airbrushing, lighting and makeup which accounts for the hot celebrities in their 30’s.

I was really trying to put a positive spin on this Moscow experience, but I wrote the post, re-read it and realised that I’m not Willy Wonka, I can’t sugar-coat shit. Enjoy the misery…

I’ve recounted the events of the past month and I am still wondering how the hell I only got ONE daygame notch considering the volume of daygame I did. I heeded the warnings from other gamers that it wasn’t an easy city to get laid in, but I’d heard the same about Belgrade. I was quietly confident before I arrived that I would get at least a couple of new notches on the belt. Moscow had other ideas.

As I mentioned in my first impressions post, I was highly optimistic after a week here despite not seeing much to encourage this optimism. Unfortunately, things did not get much better. I’m still massively underwhelmed by the quality that was on display compared to what I was expecting. This mixed with the expense of the city, its shit weather and the high flake rate made it difficult for me to enjoy my time there. If the lads weren’t there to hang out with, I may have had my first meltdown.

If I had to rank the 4 cities I have been to so far in terms of how much I enjoyed them overall it would be as follows;

Belgrade

St. Petersburg

Warsaw

Moscow

The numbers will help explain how I have come to this damning verdict;

Daygame

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

Date Flake

idate

Date

Near Miss

Lays

128

36.72%

1.56%

28.57%

10.94%

2.34%

4.69%

0.78%

0.78%

6.74

47

2

14

14

3

6

1

1

As always, these numbers are daygame only. I opened 128 sets over 19 sessions, 6.74 sets a session. I closed 49 of these giving a close rate of 1 in 2.61, slightly better than I did in Warsaw. As I mentioned in my first impressions post, closing is not the problem. The next few columns are where it gets painful. 14 flaked without replying to the feeler. 14 girls agreed to meet but then either cancelled on the day or just ghosted. This number increases to 25 when I include reschedules; this is ridiculous considering that I was in Moscow for 26 nights. One day sticks out in the memory very clearly when I had 3 dates lined up, all three flaked, I managed to get one replacement and she flaked as well. I genuinely thought the city was trolling me; it was as if all the girls had gotten together and colluded to foil my pussy slaying crusade.

I idated 3 girls. The first one was just a coffee in the mall and then she flaked. The second was on my second last night when I was SDL hunting. She was 18 and had just come out of a relationship which she would bring up every time I tried to escalate, so I didn’t get anywhere with her despite spending 4 hours with her. The third was on my last night, a very cute 22 year old blond who I opened as I was about to wrap it up for the day and the trip. She asked ME if I wanted to go for a coffee, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. We got takeaway coffees, went for a walk and then to a shisha bar where I kissed her. She was very into it but resisted the bounce to my place. I walked her to her door, she lived nearby, but she wouldn’t let me come up either.

I only had 6 first dates. I didn’t convert any of these to a lay, however I did bang one of them on my only second date in Moscow.

I had one near miss where the girl was gagging for it, got her to my front door and her ASD kicked in. She said it was too soon after agreeing in the bar to come back. She said she would come back next time and then ghosted.

Night Game

I don’t keep stats on night game, but here are a few stories;

I got laid about a week in after an evening in a bar that would become affectionately known as the dive bar. There was zero game involved on my part. Ricky Roma asked me to wing him on a two-set. He wanted me to distract the obstacle so I went in and said hello to it. Immediately she asked my name, where I was from, where I lived and whom I lived with. I explained that I have my own apartment. She suggested that we get a taxi there right away. I looked her up and down, looked at the time, it was around 2.30am and said to myself “fuck it, a notch is a notch”. She was giving me a strip-tease dance in my bedroom within half an hour of meeting her. She was 26, a low 6 and not what I flew all the way to Moscow for. Why can’t the hot ones be that easy?!

Classy.

I took another girl out who I number closed on a different night. She was blond and in her late 20’s. It was a dull date, her English was terrible and she turned up in jeans, trainers, a jumper and a sports jacket. The perils of night game, you are opening them when they look at their best so when you meet them for the date they will probably look worse, especially when you take the beer goggles off. I kissed her a few times but she was having none of it when I suggested we go back to mine. I never heard from her again and I didn’t bother messaging her either.

I had a near miss, which I have already written about here. I was certain that I would get the notch from her but then I received this message a few days later…

One evening I went out with GG, Mr Arr and Krauser. We went to the dive bar after what was for me, a fruitless daygame session. Nick announced that one of his leads would be joining us and would be bringing a friend. Before they arrived he reiterated the usual wing rules in night game, DHV him, don’t hit on his target etc. Nicks girls arrived when Mr Arr and I were outside smoking, I opened them thinking they were just random girls then they immediately said “are you with Nick?”. I told them we were and that we would walk in with them. We all did introductions then I more or less blanked the girls, this wasn’t on purpose, my phone lit up with messages from other girls. Krauser and Mr Arr talked to the two girls, I saw another two-set sat at the bar and I went over and opened them, GG kindly winged me for a little while and I took both of their numbers. At the end of the night both of Nicks girls ended up in a cab with me back to my place. I’m still not quite sure how this happened as I didn’t try to pull them, I’m assuming either they just fancied me or they wanted to come with me as I lived closer to where they wanted to go. I got them both on to the bed and I thought I was about to have my first threesome, but only one of them was into it. We kissed while the other one lay on the end of the bed awkwardly. I tried to pull her towards us then the other one triumphantly announced “we’re not having sex with you!” I couldn’t be bothered trying to beat the LMR as I didn’t find either of them that hot. So I decided to trump her triumphalism and kicked them both out at around 4am without taking either of their numbers. Take that, whores.

Why was it so bad?

It wasn’t bad for everyone, Krauser and GG both got on better than I did. There are a few things I may have done wrong in hindsight. Potential explanations could be;

The girls there just don’t like me

My texting may not have been tight enough

I may have been too “r” in set and/or dates

The girls may have been too “K”

I may have just been plain unlucky

The stench of pussy repellent may have been overpowering for the girls

I could be suffering from burn-out after more than two months on the road doing solid daygame

I’m no good at daygame

The girls only put out for the local guys and pretend to be holier than thou for the foreigners in the hope that we are their ticket out of their boring lives

I may have gotten more than I deserved in Belgrade and Warsaw and the Daygame Gods are now levelling things out

I could be delusional but I don’t think it has anything to do with numbers 1-9 and the only possible explanation is number 10. However, I have heard number 9 from a couple of different sources, a girl I dated in Poland who lived in Moscow for 2 years, and Mr Arr said one of his Russian friends said the same.

Highlights

I banged a hot 17 year old

I enjoyed hanging out with the lads

I read an advanced copy of one of Krauser’s upcoming books. It’s very good. There is a lot of new content in there on vibe, inner game and pre-approach. His game has changed since Mastery and I can verify (at least the in-street section) that it is an accurate reflection of what he is currently doing. I’ve started incorporating some of it into my game already, particularly the texting. I have given him my tuppence on it and we will be going through it again at a later date.

I have 2 solid long leads, but I doubt I’ll ever go back for them

St. Petersburg was good… oops wrong post

Lowlights

The high flake rate. I thought Warsaw was bad, but this was outrageous

I spent a lot of money

The girls weren’t as hot or as plentiful as expected

The weather was shit for more than half of my time there

Conclusion

It is possible to get laid fast in Moscow, Krauser, Ricky Roma and GG all proved this. However, this is the exception to the rule. From my experience the hotter the girl, the more typically K selected she will be and hence the more dates will be required to get the notch. Most girls I dated obviously realised that I was not sticking around even though I was there for a month and could have easily seen them multiple times. The only reason I can ever see myself going back is for revenge, I can’t help but feel that I have been mugged.

This is the river I walked Nasha to.I’d had enough of Moscow. The high flake rate was getting to me, girls were confirming dates then either cancelling a couple of hours before or just ghosting completely. I’ll add up the correct number of date flakes in my Moscow review post, but it’s somewhere between 20 and 30. I am quite an optimistic person, but Moscow really was starting to zap my vibe, I was glad to escape if only for a few days.

At the beginning of last week I booked myself (with the help of Seven) onto the express train to St. Petersburg. I was very keen to see how St. Petersburg stacked up against Moscow as a daygame city. I’d heard good things about it from Ricky Roma and I had one long lead there.

As it was only a 3 night trip, Friday to Monday, I wasn’t putting myself under any pressure to get laid. Of course that did not stop me trying. Here is a chronological rundown of what was an eventful few days;

Friday

07:40am – Board the express train and cruise along at 155mph to SPB.

12:00pm – Arrive at apartment, drop bags, freshen up.

12:15pm – I ping a long lead I had a D2 with in London last year. Let’s call her Dasha, she’s a high 7. I take my first walk up Nevsky Prospekt. It’s a stunning day, 23 degrees C and there is skirt everywhere, my head is spinning.

12:36pm – Open my first set. It happens to be a girl who is on her way to the train station to go back to Moscow. I take her number and I would later take her on a date to nowhere when I got back to Moscow (two days ago).

13:00 – I pop off another couple of sets before sitting down for some lunch at the Soviet Cafe. I have some chicken pielmeni followed by the strongly recommended honey cake. It was nice.

13:45 – I continue my walk up the seemingly never ending Nevsky Prospekt. It’s bustling, there is a good vibe about the city, maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the carnival atmosphere due to the Confederations Cup being in town, maybe it’s because I was solo, or maybe it was the new city vibe, but it was the first time in a long time that I was buzzing with enthusiasm to be on the streets.

14:10 – I close a cute brunette who tells me she is on her only day off. Let’s call her Sasha, she’s a 7. I could have idated her then but i wanted to carry on with the number farm. I took her number and suggested we meet that evening. She seemed keen.

14:30 – I see a girl dressed all in black with long black hair walking strangely a few metres ahead of me. She’s flailing her arms behind her almost like Liam Gallagher. My crazy bird radar starts beeping. I jog to catch up, I get to her side so I could check out her face and she looked very pretty, almost Persian looking. Let’s call her Crasha, she’s a 7. I open and she instantly hooks, lights up a cigarette and we chat for 10 minutes and I determine that she is indeed, bonkers. I suggest we go for a drink. We have a two hour idate where we drink shots of lemon cielo and she bamboozles me with philosophical ramblings, this girl is not from this planet. I like it. I tried for the kiss but she wasn’t having it. I take her number and she suggests I come to her place the next day to check out her art. DEAL!

16:30 – I go home and shower.

17:30 – I close a stunning tall blonde girl, possibly a 9. She flakes.

18:17 – I close a very pretty brunette in a white dress. Let’s call her Nasha. She’s an 8.

18:30 – I meet up with Seven, he does a few sets I don’t do anymore, I’ve already done 10 by the time I’ve met him. We get some dinner and Dasha messages me suggesting that we meet at 9pm. I still have the potential to meet Sasha, but she’s not confirming so I sack off Sasha and agree to meet Dasha.

22:00 – Dasha is late. We go for a drink and catch up. Then I bounce her to a grotty bar underneath my apartment. She doesn’t like it and asks if we can go somewhere else. I concede. We go to another bar before going back to my place. I eventually get her on the bed, get her topless and start sucking on her fantastic tits. She announces she’s on her period but should be ok by sunday. NEAR MISS 1.

02:00 – She leaves but invites me to her place on Sunday, she will cook. DEAL.

Saturday

I decide early on that there isn’t any point doing any more game, I have enough leads for my limited time there. I meet Seven for lunch and we fish for a while as he pops off a couple of sets. I ping Crasha and Nasha. Crasha tells me to come to hers at 5pm and Nasha agrees to meet me at 8pm.

17:00 – I get the metro out to Crasha’s. She meets me at the station, hands me a book and tells me it’s for me. It’s a book she was telling me about on the idate. We proceed to walk to her flat. This girl spoke in tongues and I never really understood anything that she said. She is 21, read’s a lot of philosophy books and takes a lot of drugs. We get to her place and she starts showing me some scary rap videos starring herself whilst preparing a bong in a bucket. You know, the usual.

She offers me a hit of the bong, I decline. She speaks in riddles for the next hour or so and my head is spinning, partly from the bong fumes and partly from trying to make sense of what she is saying. We go to her balcony for a cigarette and I try to kiss her. She says “NO”. I try a couple more times before giving up. I excuse myself and leave. She gives me the book and a box of Russian chocolates as I leave.

19:30 – I rush home clean up and wash off the bong fumes, I text Nasha and push our meeting back to 20:30.

20:30 – Nasha turns up to the meeting point looking even hotter than when I met her. She’s wearing white short shorts which showed off her amazing bronze legs, she was wearing a white fishnet top with a white bra underneath. You could see her tattoos which are just underneath her shoulders. We did two venues, a walk, then back to my flat. I got her onto the bed, lots of kissing and groping, but when I went to finger her she pulled my hand away. I try a few more times before she announces she needs to go home. We agree to meet the next day. NEAR MISS 2.

Sunday

I go for lunch with Seven again and ping both Dasha and Nasha. I was supposed to be going to Dasha’s for a surefire notch. She didn’t reply. Nasha did and so I met her at 5pm at the Galleria mall. This is probably the best mall I have ever seen for daygame.

Nasha turns up looking stunning, again. This time in black leather pants and a jacket with a white fishnet top. We play air-hockey and some shooting games before having a drink. We then go for a walk by the river before I bounce her back to my flat. We drink wine and she eats the chocolates Crasha gave me. We fool around for a couple of hours but I could not surpass the LMR. This girl’s forebrain was too powerful. She talks about coming to visit me in London. NEAR MISS 3.

Monday

11:00 – I board the train back to Moscow and receive a long apologetic message from Dasha giving me a weak excuse why I couldn’t go to her apartment the previous day. Typical.

This has happened to me several times in Russia, you get the girl almost all the way to the sex before the LMR kicks in. She agrees to meet you again but then ghosts. They know that the next date will be the sex date and their forebrain get’s plenty of time to take full control and lock the pussy down.

Conclusion

Even though I didn’t get laid, I much prefer St. Petersburg as a daygame destination. It’s smaller than Moscow but all the traffic is concentrated on one strip. I got lucky with the weather and I didn’t do a lot of sets, but I saw enough to know that if I ever go back to Russia, it will be to St. Petersburg, not Moscow.

She wasn’t this hot, but this is pretty much the outfit she rocked up in.

On Friday night I went out to try some more “night game” with Mr Arr. We went across the Moskva river to an Island of bars. First we went to a bar called Strelka, this is an upmarket bar/restaurant with a nice balcony overlooking the river before moving on to a louder more clubby place called Gipsy. We must have opened around 20 sets between us, it was fun and we found that most girls would at least have a conversation with us, I only remember one harsh blowout where both girls in a two-set looked me up and down with a disgusted look on their face and said “We don’t want to talk with you”.

I preferred the vibe in Strelka as I could actually hear myself think. It was here where I saw a two set that was sitting down in the outside smoking section drinking wine. I opened with a line that I have found work’s very well in night game;

“Excuse me girls, I just wanted to say you both look very pretty tonight, however, you seemed to be deep in conversation, you must be talking about… boys!”... they giggled and Mr Arr quickly joined the fun.

One of them was a brunette with tanned skin and brown eyes and had nice bronze legs on display, a low 7. The other was slightly hotter, had fair hair and was slightly more slender, a solid 7. I didn’t really have a target in mind as I liked both of them. Mr Arr did a solid job of winging and we must have spoke to them for around 20 minutes before they both departed the bar to go to another place. I took the brunettes number and Mr Arr took the other girls number.

I pinged the brunette the next day and she seemed very keen over text. She accepted my first date request which was for the following Monday.

D2

I met her at Arbatskaya Metro station at 7pm. I was a little late as I had walked from Red Square and there was a lot of people around due to it being Russia day, a national holiday in Russia. I turned up slightly sweaty and was still feeling tired and hungover from the night before. When I got to the metro station I saw her waiting, she was in black high heels, a figure hugging black dress and a black leather jacket. She looked great and had pushed herself easily into the solid 7 bracket, maybe even high 7.

We chatted as I walked her down Old Arbat street towards Eric the Red. She was giggling at pretty much everything I said, I didn’t say anything particularly funny so it felt on already. We got to the bar and the waitress immediately told us to go down stairs, my girl walked in front of me and as she descended the steps she lost her balance and fell forwards onto the floor! Luckily we were close to the bottom so her fall wasn’t too hard but she was very embarrassed. I picked her up, she was fine and didn’t do any damage to her heels. I sat her down at a table, I sat opposite her and immediately changed the subject. The red glow on her cheeks slowly dissipated as she studied the beer menu.

We had one drink as I did the normal comfort fluff before bouncing to the usual venue 2, Ulysses. I led us to a couch near the back. As I took my seat the waitress smiled and said “Guinness?”. My girl said “you come here a lot it seems?!” I told her I had been a few times, I did not tell her I had taken 5 different girls and sat in the exact same seat and ordered the same drink each time.

We started the questions game and she was very enthusiastic. After a couple of sips of my beer I went for the first kiss attempt. There was no resistance, as I kissed her she made little moaning sounds and was very aroused. She told me that I am crazy. I asked why and she said that she has never kissed on a first date before. We kissed a lot in the bar as my hands wandered around her body over the top of her clothes. I thought I was getting the notch for sure.

It was now around 9.30pm. I suggested we go back to my place for a cup of tea. She said no, “let’s go for a walk on the river”. I wasn’t keen on this idea, i was tired, I didn’t have my jacket with me and it was getting chilly out, I told her this and she said we could walk back and collect it.

As we walked towards my apartment we stopped a couple of times as she kissed me passionately, she was soooo horny and seemed to be gagging for it. However, each time we would stop kissing she said that she is definitely not coming into my apartment. “I’ll wait outside, you get your coat and we can walk to the river” she insisted.

When we got to my building I pulled her inside with me, she put up weak resistance as she laughed uncontrollably. “You are a bad bad man, but it’s so sexy!”.

I got her inside my apartment and gave her the usual little tour. “Get your coat, let’s go” she insisted.

I pushed her up against the wall and she moaned loudly as we kissed and I groped her ass and boobs. She must have been dripping wet. She pushed me off and said “NO, I cannot do this”.

I grabbed my coat and we walked towards the river. I didn’t speak much, I was genuinely tired and was not enthusiastic to walk to the river at all. She was receptive to this and started filling all the silences by either kissing me or talking about the architecture of the buildings as we passed, she’s an architect.

We sat on a steep bank by the side of the river and she was all over me. I fingered her and as I suspected she was dripping wet. We could hear people walking by behind us so she pulled my hand out. Shortly after this she had my dick in her hands and was wanking me off. Again another group of people walked by so I covered up.

I told her this was silly, “let’s get a taxi back to mine, we could get arrested for indecent exposure”. She refused point blank, smiled and said “you are a dirty Irish sex tourist and I am a good girl” before jumping on top of me and dry humping me. I was getting frustrated.

She told me that she never had sex unless in a relationship, she had had 3 boyfriends in the past and made all 3 of them wait 3 months for sex. I empathized telling her that it was crazy to have sex on the first date, but this is the situation we found ourselves in. She asked if I do this all the time and I said “it’s not the first time, it probably won’t be the last”. She jumped on me again. She knew I was the adventure sex guy, I couldn’t have made it any clearer but she would not let the hindbrain overcome her well drilled forebrain.

This carried on for about an hour until it was 11.30pm and she announced that she had to go home. I was tired and my balls were getting sore so I didn’t object. I walked her back to the nearest metro. I pinged her that evening to check she got home ok…

Last night I banged a 17 year old, the youngest girl in my game journey so far. She looks very young and I am still slightly worried that she could actually be younger as she didn’t show me any ID. Here’s the full story…

Last Tuesday evening at around 6pm I was walking with Krauser towards the Arbatskaya underpass. I saw a young looking girl coming to the top of the stairs as we were about to go down. She was wearing a red top with a black frilly skirt and converse shoes, she had long brunette hair, big brown eyes and was thin with pale skin. She had a very slavic looking face, no make-up, high cheek bones and small but pouty lips. This girl was a solid 7. I peeled off from Nick and opened her from the front, no wheel of fortune/yad stop necessary.

Open

I delivered the compliment and immediately she told me she did not speak English. I carried on with my stack, albeit slowly. She started smiling and said something in Russian. I got out my phone and we did a few back and forths on google translate. I found out she was from Moscow, was a student as well as an instagram blogger, she has over 40,000 followers. She was very timid but I think this was mainly due to the language barrier. She motioned that she had to leave so I took her number. Nick would later tell me that he would have opened her but she looked too ‘jail-batey’.

Intermission 1

I pinged her that evening, we chatted and set up a date for the following Saturday at 7pm. On the day she text me to ask if we could make our meeting earlier, she now had other plans for the evening. I was a little annoyed but I didn’t have anything else on so I agreed to meet her for a coffee at 5.30pm.

D2

I met her at the same metro station, she turned up dressed all in black, a tight black top, a black skirt, black tights and black shoes, still no make-up but she didn’t need it, she looked hot. I greeted her and as I Walker Walked her down Old Arbat street the heavens opened, the weather has been unseasonably terrible for my first two weeks in Moscow. I rushed her to the nearest coffee shop which was a ‘gook cafe’. We sat opposite each other, I ordered a pot of tea and strangely she didn’t want anything. Most of the conversation was done over google translate and I thought that it was going nowhere.

We discussed her instagram profile. All her pictures are very dark, she’s got black eye contacts with blood running out of her eyes in a lot of them, proper freaky shit. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t getting involved with another witch. She explained that she is not like the person in the pictures at all, in fact she’s the opposite. She just does what the advertisers ask and she gets paid. This was re-assuring and made sense as she seemed like a very sweet and timid K-selected girl.

I started the questions game and she asked me if I had any gay friends, I said yes, I even lived with one. She showed me a picture on her phone of her gay best friend. Soon after this I got up to go to the toilet. There was a queue. As I stood there waiting I looked back at our table and a guy who looked exactly like the photo she had just shown me sat down beside her and they both seemed to be speaking very excitedly. I felt a sense of rage building up inside me and decided that I would go to the toilet, go back to the table, say hi and then walk out.

When I returned from the toilet I shook the guys hand, he introduced himself in perfect English and was very polite. He then excused himself and went to sit at the other side of the cafe. I was bemused by all of this, so I asked her why she invited her friend. She said that it was a coincidence that he was in the same coffee shop. At the time I didn’t believe her and I still don’t. However, this is a young girl meeting an older man from a different country, it is a big ask of any girl to meet a stranger never mind a 17 year old. So this was probably her way of making herself feel safe. Soon after this she said she had to go, I told her we would meet for a real drink next time and that she was not allowed to make any plans afterwards. She smiled and agreed.

Intermission 2

I pinged her the next day and we agreed to meet again the following Friday. On the Tuesday she text to ask if we could meet on Wednesday evening instead. I agreed.

The text thread above shows my date confirmation on the day. I found it very cute that she asked whether she should wear heels and if she could take my arm. I normally don’t link arms, especially if I haven’t had sex with the girl, but I relented on this occasion.

D3

I met her at the same metro station and she turned up in ridiculously big, white high heels, a beige skirt and a white blouse. She had put a little bit of make-up on and she looked great. As I walked over to meet her I saw another guy trying to chat her up, I walked over and greeted her with a light kiss on the cheek, she looked very grateful to be saved from the creepy guy as he scuttled off in embarrassment.

Immediately she linked onto my arm and I walked her down Old Arbat towards a bar called Eric the Red. It was a warm day so we sat beside each other on a table outside. She ordered a cider, I got a beer and some snacks and we resumed our conversation. Her English seemed to be a little better but we were still mostly using google translate. I asked her;

“how do I know that you are not younger than 17? If you are I could get into a lot of trouble” I was genuinely worried.

“I don’t have my passport with me” She said as her face went red.

“Do you have a picture of it on your phone?”

“No”

“Ok, is your date of birth on your facebook?”

“I don’t have facebook, you will just have to trust me.”

She told me her date of birth was 13 February…. I asked which year, and she typed in 2009 into my phone by accident.

“You cannot be EIGHT years old!!”

She giggled and corrected it to 2000. So if her date of birth is correct, she is indeed 17.

After this I walked her across the road to Ulysses pub. This is a darker venue with couches and is slightly closer to my apartment.

We sat beside each other on a couch, I got a Guinness and she a glass of red wine. I was stroking her bare legs and she wasn’t resisting, I went for the kiss, she pulled away but gave me a peck on the lips.

“I don’t like to kiss in public” she typed into google translate.

When we were almost finished the drinks I pointed to the battery meter on my phone, it was at 7%, I genuinely needed to charge it.

I told her that I lived nearby and that I would like to go back and charge my phone. She said that seems like a nice coincidence. I said that I would have invited her back even if I did not need to charge my phone. She smiled and agreed to come back.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom, when I came back she was on the phone to her mother. I asked if everything is ok and she said that her mum wants her to go home right away to study. I asked her if she was going and she smiled and said “No, I’ll go later”. I quickly paid the bill and walked her back to my place. It was roughly a 7 minute walk, I would normally talk rubbish about nothing at this point but she wouldn’t understand, I couldn’t use google translate either as my phone had now died. So there was a lot of silence on the walk back.

I finally got her inside the apartment and gave her a little tour. I offered her a drink and she chose red wine.

I got the laptop and sat down beside her on the couch in my bedroom. She chose some Tartastan rap music, it was terrible but I put up with it. We took a sip of wine and her phone rang again, it was her mum. It sounded like they were arguing, but after a few minutes she hung up the phone. I was fearing the worst, I asked her if everything was ok, she said;

“I need to leave soon”.

I pulled her in and started kissing, she was all over me. I squeezed her thigh as I was kissing her, she grabbed my hand and moved it to her ass. GREEN LIGHT.

I started fingering her and she started moaning loudly before pushing my hand away and reaching for her phone. FUCK.

She started typing into google translate;

“Do you have condom”

“Yes, Yes I do”

I moved her to the bed, we both threw our clothes off and had sex. She was so tight and her body was amazing, small boobs, a big but firm ass and long legs. I came pretty quickly and she seemed a little disappointed.

De-brief

I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex, she said only now as in, when we got to the apartment. I told her that she is the youngest girl I’ve had sex with and she told me that I was the oldest man. It felt good.

She quickly put her clothes back on and I walked her to the nearest metro, it was all over and done with by 10pm.

I met up with Nick, Ricky Roma, Mr Arr and Gollum the Gamma afterwards for a drink. I was explaining how I didn’t really know how on it was with this girl throughout the pick-up until I got her into my flat, this was mainly due to the language barrier and her age. Nick came up with a nice analogy. He said if you look back at every point in the pick-up, it may not have felt like it at the time, but it was on. I’m paraphrasing but he said something like “It’s like when a good football team is preparing for a big match, they do everything right, the training, the nutrition, the tactics etc. Then they go out and smash the opposition 3-0 and are massively relieved but not really surprised.” That summed it up nicely.

So far it’s been underwhelming, but I’m hopeful that it will get better.

I’ve been here for just over a week, I’m all settled in and have figured out the lay of the land. I’ve done some daygame, had a couple of dates, joined a gym and figured out where I can buy cheap beer. The girls are hot, the city itself is very pretty in a communist sort of way, things work, cigarettes are cheap, EVERYTHING else is expensive, the people seem to be happy and have an immense sense of national pride. Putin really is a horrible dictator.

However, I expected more. I recall one of my wings telling me that I would be doing 35 sets a day in Moscow as there would be so many 8’s and 9’s trotting about in high heels. This sadly, has not been the case. There have been a few 8’s and 9’s but they are too few and far between. One of the first things to hit me was how spread out the city is. Moscow is huge and there are large ‘dead’ spots between the main daygame areas. This means you can easily end up walking 20km’s a day if you go between them.

I am currently here with Ricky Roma, this is his second trip here and he says that it was better last time, there were more girls around and the weather was better. Maybe he just got lucky.

I’m also here with Krauser and he seems to think that what we are seeing now is par for the course. I bumped into him in Warsaw a couple of times so we co-ordinated our plans so that we would be here for a month at the same time. It is a nice milestone in my little daygame journey in that 3 years ago I was devouring all of his blog posts and books and now I am winging with the man himself. It has been fun hanging out with him and a few of the things that he has been saying and doing have intrigued me, but also made me laugh. For example, he doesn’t like to always talk about game. Whether we’re walking around or sitting in a cafe he likes to shoot the shit about normal things, some of it goes over my head, especially the financial and far right political stuff. This is good, it takes the pressure off opening and reduces the stench of pussy repellent that is currently oozing from my pores.

His method for generating IOI’s made me chuckle inwardly initially, then I saw girls looking at him when he did it, then I saw him opening and closing them. FUCK, that shit works! I won’t reveal said methods on this blog, they will all be in one of his upcoming books.

One game thing he has mentioned a few times is calibration. By this he means not opening every hot girl you see. If they give you an IOI, they are walking slow or they have a big smile on their face then they are for more likely to be receptive to the approach. I agree with this and it is not the first time I’ve heard of the concept, however, I seem to be invisible here and have probably only had one or two IOI’s. If I waited for IOI’s I wouldn’t get any sets done. On several occasions I have opened girls cold and been quickly blown out. He would say “another victory for calibration” in his geordie accent.

Anyway, enough about him, back to me. Here are my stats for the trip so far…

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

idate

Date

Near Miss

Lays

66

33.33%

1.52%

30.43%

0.00%

3.03%

0.00%

0.00%

22

1

7

0

2

0

0

I’ve opened 66 girls over 7 sessions. I’ve closed 23 of these, a close rate of 1 in 2.87. The daygame itself has been very much as expected. I have been blown out by roughly 1/3 of my sets due to the language barrier, I’ve had roughly the same again where they’ve had boyfriends/fiancés/husbands. However, once I get past the opener it’s normally been quite easy to get the number.

7 of these 23 closes didn’t respond to the feeler. Most of the rest I am still texting apart from one gold digger who responded to my feeler with “I want dress” in cyrillic.

I’ve been on two dates. The first one was on Sunday with a very tall red head. She is pretty, a solid 7 and I kissed her a few times on the first date but she refused the bounce to my not so centrally located apartment. Hopefully I’ll get her out again.

I went on a coffee date to nowhere with a girl on Tuesday. She doesn’t drink and I was bored for most of the date. I probably won’t see her again.

I’ve had 6 or 7 girls agree to dates only to flake on the day, this is frustrating but this also happened quite a lot in Poland. The only cure is to get more leads, shove them into the sausage machine and see what comes out.

I am still highly optimistic of good things to come in Moscow. I’ve got quite a few leads already and I have just over three weeks to convert them and also get some more.

Hopefully, my next blog post will be a lay report, it’s been too long since the last one!

I like the place. The girls are pretty and I can see why it get’s a reputation for being a sea of 7’s. There are 8’s and even the odd 9 interspersed but these are scarce in comparison to Belgrade. Most girls are polite when you open them, I only got a handful of blowouts. The quality of living is good, there are no migrants, most things are cheaper than the UK, they seem to have figured out that you can cook eggs after mid-day and that more than one card can be used to pay a bill. These things matter. Most of them speak English but they all appreciate it if you can say a couple of words in Polish. The weather is nice this time of year, however, it was unseasonably terrible for the first two weeks of my time there. I got laid 5 times and it could have been more if not for some bad luck. I’m greedy.

Here’s the meat…

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

idate

Date

Near Miss

Lays

130

20.77%

15.38%

38.30%

3.08%

6.15%

1.54%

2.31%

27

20

18

4

8

2

3

I opened 130 girls over 26 daygame sessions, an average of 5 sets per day. From these 130 girls I collected 47 contact details, that’s a 1 in 2.77 close rate. Out of the 47 contact details, 18 flaked without responding to the feeler, 4 of them I took on idates, 3 of which I would never see again. I got 8 of them out on proper first dates, this number does not include D3’s and D4’s. I went on three dates with one girl who had just come out of a 10 year relationship and didn’t get the notch, I may do another blog post on her if I’m bored. I went on two dates with a 9, I don’t normally do date reports, but I may do one on her, again, if I’m bored, which I doubt I will be given my next destination.

I had two near misses. The first one was only a couple of days after arriving and I was extremely unlucky not to get the notch. We messaged back and forth but I never managed to get her out again. I had two near misses with the 10yr relationship girl. One at my place and one at hers. She said if she’d had sex with me, she would have fallen in love. The L word scared me off and I quickly gave up on her after that.

Out of the 8 dates I converted 3 of them to notches. That’s an approach to lay ratio of 1 in 43.33 and a date to lay ratio of 1 in 2.67. In Belgrade these numbers were 1 in 12 and 1 in 1.33 respectively.

All of the stat’s above are daygame only. I also attempted “Night Game” three times and got two notches from it. That’s five notches in total, I will summarise them all briefly;

On the first day I got the impression that the city was burned. My first set was a blow-out and one girl complained that the exact same thing happened to her the day before. However, apart from my wing, I only saw another daygamer do an actual set on 2 or 3 occasions the entire time I was there and these were spammy RSD style sets apart from one of them.

There were a few occasions when Warsaw felt small e.g. when I was on a date with the Ukrainian and another girl I closed saw me with her, when I was in set with another girl and Blondie walked past, when I was having an idate in a coffee shop and another girl I’d closed was in the same coffee shop. Fortunately, I wasn’t caught on the last two occasions but I was the first time and that girl quickly fell off.

The interesting takeaway from Warsaw for me, was that even though there were less 8’s about, it was easier for me to get them out on dates and even bang a couple. I closed a handful of 8’s in Belgrade but I couldn’t get them out for one reason or another.

Highlights – in no particular order

Best sex ever with the witch

I sucked on J cups, they were a bit sweaty though, even after she had a shower!

Dated a 9 – only got a kiss on the second date, but she is worth going back for

Banged a Ukrainian – probably the worst sex ever

Gained a new wing in Mr R – He’s so laid back he’s almost horizontal, which is a great quality for a wing to have

Met and had coffee/beers with most of the resident daygamers there

Winged with Krauser for a day – he talks a lot but I tried my hardest to keep up whilst still scanning for girls.

Met and winged with TD Daygame – He’s probably one of the relatively more ‘normal’ coaches I’ve met

Met and had weird vegan stuff which I will not call food with Rivelino – nice to put a face to the avatar

I got gifts from girls including a note-pad, pen, wine, a post-card, a CD and a sex positions book. I didn’t ask for these nor did I give them anything in return.

Mini-relationship with Blondie – she gave me a BJ at the top of the Palace of Culture and I banged her on my balcony on my last night. She was on her period so I wanted the clean up to be easy. What a girl.

I have 3 solid long leads that I would go back for

Lowlights

A lot of flakes and flakey behaviour. The main excuse I got was that they were too busy studying for exams. I don’t buy this excuse. If she’s into you, she will make time to see you.

I had sex with a genuine witch. She has since sent me pictures of birds she has killed with her bare hands and used their skulls to make necklaces. Yeah.

Ran out of time to bang the 9. I reckon another date or two would have done it.

So there you have it kids, the key to getting laid in Warsaw, or anywhere, is to do a lot sets, collect a lot of leads, message them, sulk as most of them flake, “text game” the ones that don’t, invite them out, run some game on them, get them back to your centrally located apartment and bang them. I don’t see what all the fuss is about.

This was a grot lay and I will not try to disguise it as anything else. She’s a low 6 with the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen. Here is the story…

I opened this girl on Thursday. I started the day in a fairly shitty mood. I had a date lined up with a high 8 that evening, short brunette, brown eyes, tanned skin, dresses nicely and very feminine, exactly my type. I could feel she was flaking as I had got radio silence for over 24 hours, and sure enough, at around 5pm she text me a big long message telling me how she was so busy and that she wouldn’t be able to make it. This has been par for the course in Warsaw. I have got less than 1 in 10 numbers out on dates and have had 7 or 8 date flakes now.

I was walking around in the blazing hot sunshine with Mr R and we were getting towards the end of our session and turning our minds towards dinner. I’d done 4 or 5 sets already and got nothing but blowouts and boyfriend excuses. We were at the crossing by Zlote Tarasy and walking back towards Chmielna when I saw possibly the biggest rack I have ever seen walking towards me, it was on a short little brunettes body. Myself and Mr R were both in shock at the size of them.

She was a little bit chubby, but not excessively and her boobs looked too big for her little frame. I thought “fuck it, I’m not getting anything better today.”

D1

I opened, she was very stand-offish and was in a hurry to get to work. I didn’t get any stacking in and she wasn’t hooking. I went for the close anyway and she surprisingly gave me her facebook details. The set lasted around two minutes.

We ended up texting quite a lot that evening and set up a date for 3pm on Saturday afternoon. I’d already agreed to see blondie at mid-day and had a D3 lined up for the evening with possibly the hottest girl I’ve opened this year, the closest thing I’ve closed to a 9.

It was another scorcher, 27 degrees to be precise. I went up to the top of the Palace of Culture with blondie, we took in the panoramic views before I dragged her into a toilet and she sucked me off after refusing to drop her short shorts so I could bang her. She’s a nice girl, really.

I made up an excuse and sent blondie on her way at around 2pm.

D2

She turned up exactly on time, in plimsoles, short shorts, an almost see-through black overthrow and a black bra. She liked to display her best assets.

I walked her very quickly to a secluded V1 that Mr R told me about as I was paranoid that blondie would see me with this girl. Blondie lives around the corner from me and I have seen her a couple of times whilst out and about.

We got drinks and she was very quiet and didn’t seem to be interested in me at all. I attempted the questions game but she couldn’t, and didn’t seem to want to think of a single question. I was bored.

I started escalating rapidly, asking her filthier and filthier questions. She answered all of them. Every light was amber.

I tried to kiss her, she said not in public.

I said “let’s go to one more place where it’s nice and cool and has good music.”

I paid for the drinks and walked her towards my apartment which was 2 minutes away at around 3.45pm.

As we got to the door I asked her “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“OK, lets go up and listen to some music.”

No objections. I got her into the apartment, got us a drink and started kissing her. She put up some LMR for an hour or so.

Eventually I got her enormous boobs out of her bra and motor boated the fuck out of them. They were fantastic.

We had sex shortly after this. Afterwards she told me she had only ever slept with 2 men before me, she’s 24, and she made them both wait 6 months before sex. I told her that her boobs are the biggest I have ever sucked on, she told me they were J cups. J CUPS!! I didn’t even know they came in that size.

As I type this I am quite exhausted and supposed to be going for a D3 with the 9. She text me earlier saying that she can’t drink tonight and it would be a short date. I think I’ll flake on her. Fuck it.

It was a Friday afternoon, a baking hot day in Warsaw. I was sat on one of the benches in the Palace of Culture gardens shooting the shit with the Chesire Cat. I’d pretty much given up for the day as it was around 6pm and I was trying to persuade him to come to the pub with me for a beer.

We saw a thin red head with long wavy red hair thrown over one shoulder, like Jessica Rabbit, wearing black wedges, tight black leather pants, a tight black top and a black leather jacket. She had white skin and dark eye make-up, she looked filthy. He said “you have to do that one!”

Open

I jolted up off the bench and made chase as she was walking quite fast. I opened and her eyes spazzed immediately. She tried to keep walking and walked past me with a huge smile but a confused look on her face. I stayed rooted to the spot, motioned her to slow down with my hands and she stopped and walked back towards me.

I told her she was pretty, like a gothic Jessica Rabbit with the flowing red hair over one shoulder. She had no idea who this was but giggled anyway. We chatted for a couple of minutes but she was in a hurry to catch a train. I took her facebook.

Texting

The texting was easy, I sent her a photo of Jessica Rabbit, a few back and forths and set up a date for the following Wednesday. She text me on Monday to cancel for Wednesday. My date for Tuesday also cancelled so I text her on the day to ask if she was free that evening. She was.

Date

I met her at 9pm. She turned up in an almost identical outfit but with even more make-up on. She looked filthy and I really wanted to bang her.

I took her to the same two venues, Sloik and Sultan club before bouncing back to my place.

At the first venue she was very nervous and fidgety. She ordered a gin and tonic, went to pour the tonic in and spilled half of it over the table. I asked her if she was ok, she said she had a crazy day, that’s all.

In venue two I found out that she regularly takes Acid, “not all the time, just 3 or 4 times a week”. RED FLAG.

Every time I touched her initially, her body would spasm. She told me she wasn’t used to new people touching her. RED FLAG.

She told me she had 4 personalities, I was currently speaking to the 3rd one. RED FLAG

After a few gins, about 20 cigarettes and a couple of shots of vodka she stopped spasming when I touched her. I kissed her and she was into it.

Shortly after this I suggested we got back to mine for a glass of wine. “Hang on, you’re now talking to my 4th personality, she says yes”. In hindsight this was probably another red flag, but I took it as green at the time.

We got back, I poured wine, she chose some classical music and we had a couple of sips of wine before the clothes were off and we were having wild sex.

She had several tattoos, all of them related to witch craft. When I touched them her entire body would vibrate and she would drawl some sort of mantra under her breath.

“Is that Polish?!” I enquired.

“No, it’s witch language”

This girl was properly crazy but I found it very sexy.

I’ve left a lot of details out of this post because most of it, you have heard before, the rest of it is too crazy to share publicly…

I’ve been on the road for just over a month and today I am taking some time out from daygame to reflect on what has been the most mental period of my journey yet.

As mentioned on my previous lay report, I have accumulated 7 notches on this trip after getting SFA in the first three months of 2017. I’ve met some cool new wings along the way and have met up and had beers with some of the biggest names in the PUA industry. I have immersed myself in the hedonistic squalor of constant daygame, if I’m not on the streets doing it I am talking about it with wings and when I’m not doing that I’m in the flat writing or reading about it. The only time I have spent away from game is when I’m in the gym, reading Atlas Shrugged (which has not been as often as I would like), watching Stefan Molyneux/Jordan Peterson videos on YouTube or sleeping.

I haven’t felt bored at all yet, this is despite not really having a side project to keep me otherwise occupied. I am nowhere near a melt down as I have been seeing the results trickle in and haven’t really spent much time alone. Most of my daygame has been winged. We were discussing winged vs. solo daygame in the bar the other day. I believe that you definitely need to be able to do it solo. This is what I predominantly do in London and I know that I am more than cable of going it alone. But when I’m on the road I prefer to have wings. If you’re in a strange city where no-one speaks the language then it’s nice to have someone you can actually talk to who isn’t a girl you’re trying to bang. In future jaunts I will always try and co-ordinate it with wings that I get on with. This euro-jaunt has panned out perfectly in that respect in that I’ll probably only be alone in Moscow for 2 days, the rest of the time I will know at least 1 or 2 guys.

I have grown to like Warsaw more each day. It’s slightly more expensive than Belgrade, but the quality of living is much better. I have gone way over my budget, but that’s what credit cards are for! The quality is definitely higher than London, London being the sea of 6’s and Warsaw the sea of 7’s. The weather has picked up in the last few days and it is like a different city, the girls are more plentiful and dressed in short shorts and are happier to be opened. My close rate has been much better than usual (1 in 5) but a lot of the girls are ghosting when I go for the date invite. Despite this, my calendar is still looking pretty full for the coming days.

Here are the stats for 14 April to 12 May;

Sessions

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

idate

Date

Near Misses

Lays

23

143

25.87%

12.59%

36.36%

1.40%

4.20%

1.40%

2.80%

6.22

37

18

20

2

6

2

4

I’ve gone out 23 times averaging just over 6 sets a session. The close rate is 1 in 2.6. I’m getting a lot more facebooks here as they generally don’t do whatsapp/viber in Warsaw and the girls prefer to message on fb as it’s cheaper (free) compared to sms.

I’ve a only had 6 proper dates from daygame, 4 of which I converted to lays. I’ve had two near misses which I am still trying to get back out again. I’ve also had 3 NG notches, 1 in Belgrade and 2 in Warsaw.

I enjoy the Bar Game here, probably more so than Belgrade. The girls open easily and will enjoy the chat even if they’ve got boyfriends. However, I’ve had lots of bar game sets now where things seem to be going well and the girls just get up and leave with no explanation! I’ve collected quite a few numbers from bar game which in the UK would mean nothing. Here it is a different story.

I have 9 days left in Warsaw and about the same number of girls that I am trying to get out for 1st, 2nd and even 3rd dates. I’ll probably also see the blondie again and am considering taking her to Krakow with me for a day or two. I’ll probably still hit the streets during the day but my intent will be very low going forward as I am getting to the stage where I have more leads than nights left. However, I can always convert them to long leads and come back here for a weekend in the future as the flights can be ridiculously cheap from London.

I’m writing this whilst a little drunk, so excuse the typos. It’s 4am, I’m drinking wine and I don’t feel like going to sleep, because I don’t need to.

This will be a fairly short report, nothing special happened so I’ll highlight the different parts…

On the first date she showed up in casual clothes; converse, jeans, a nice low cut white top, which put her boobs on display and a denim jacket. At one point in the first date I said to her;

“do you normally turn up for dates like this?”

“is this a date?”

“what the fuck do you think?” with a smirk on my face, you can basically say anything if you’re smiling when you do it.

Fast forward a bit, we were texting back and forth and I told her I was taking her to a fancy place for the second date so she had to wear a nice dress.

Date 2 (D3 in daygame terminology)

I met her outside her building at 9pm. She rocked up in a black dress which ended just above her knees, in black high heels and basically looking fucking hot. This dress she was wearing had no back, NO BACK. So you could see her bra straps, which were also black. I was inwardly thinking “why don’t you just wear one of those transparent bras?!”. But it didn’t bother me that much.

I walked her all of 3 minutes to

Pies Czy Suka

I copied and pasted that from google and for some reason it insisted on being big and bold and I don’t know how to change it. And apparently it means dog or bitch.

I’d met up with TDdaygame* and Rivelino earlier in the day. Riv went off to talk to some girl, I had a quiet moment with TD and asked him about this bar, he said that it’s basically the best bar you can take a girl to, ask the barman to make you whatever you want. I did that and ended up drinking a carrot flavoured old fashioned. It was nice but I drunk it in about 1 minute and got a beer straight afterwards.

So, we went there, had a cocktail each, we talked about boring stuff, went out for a smoke and then Mr. R walked in with a smoking little hottie with glasses on.

That has nothing to do with this story, but nice work Mr R.

We were sat opposite each other which wasn’t ideal. I told her we were leaving, she was insisting on knowing where we were going, i had no idea so i just said “Wait and see. Let me lead”. I often verbalise that I am the leader. ALPHA.

We walked out, I had no fucking idea where I was going, I remembered that Mr R told me about a place with illuminous blue lights on the sign, I walked towards there and it looked like a coffee shop, so i sacked that off. We stood and had a smoke outside the coffee shop and then i bounced her across the road to some pub. We sat beside each other and shit started getting saucy. She started telling me that she’s had threesomes with both 2 men and 2 women. She liked sex in public. She’d had sex in a bar. FUCKING DING, DING, DING.

I told her “I know a place that has free alcohol and great music”.

“Where?”

“Just follow me”

I started walking her back up the road whilst talking the most inane bullshit ever. It really doesn’t matter what you say when you are bouncing them home, as long as you don’t say “I’m taking you home to bang you now”. That could work, if you’re Steve Jabba, But I’m not.

We get back into the apartment, she asks for a tour again. This girl is genuinely funny. I got her a beer and poured myself a glass of wine (i’m still drinking the rest of the bottle now). We drink for a little bit and talk some more crap.

I grab her hand, pull her towards the bed, “lets watch a movie”. No resistance this time.

She’s lying beside me, I put on VCB, I show her my favourite scene, pause it, switch to spotify, put the laptop down to the side of the bed, start kissing her, and before i know it, I’m fucking her doggy raw-dog.

I banged her for about 30mins and when i was about to come she whipped herself off of my dick, put her mouth on it and swallowed the load. What a girl.

I offered her to stay over but she insisted on going home. What a girl.

Debrief

We sat on the balcony having a smoke, I asked her when she decided she wanted to have sex with me. She said “when you took my number”.

I left London on 13 April, it’s now 13 May. I’ve banged 7 girls in that period. Life is good, I don’t want to go back to reality.

* he seem’s like a genuine guy and if any of my tiny readership feel like they need coaching in Poland, I would recommend him.

I don’t like writing about near misses for a couple of reasons; it’s frustrating recounting it as I got so near, yet so far. There is still potential to see the girl again so there is always a small worry in the back of my head that she may somehow see the blog post. But I’ll tell the story anyway…

I hit the bars on Saturday night with Mr R. We were considering going down to the river but it was raining heavily so we went to Pawilowny square which is the little district of bars that contains the Serial Killer Bar.

We left the bar and were on our way out of Pawilowny about to head home at around midnight.

I saw a blonde stunner standing outside another bar smoking a cigarette, she was in a white dress and high heels, a solid 8. I Walker Walked right over to her without hesitation and laid on some tipsy patter.

I vaguely remember her telling me she was studying French so I gave her some of my best GCSE level French, “Je my pelle Roy!”. She seemed to like it and I walked away with her number not expecting anything of it. Night game numbers are notoriously flakey for me (even though I’ve fluked two notches from them on this jaunt so far).

Texting

I pinged her the next day and to my surprise, she replied a couple of hours later. There was a little bit of back and forth before I went for the date invite. I proposed Tuesday and she said she would let me know. She messaged me first the next day (Monday) proposing a time and place for the date. Good sign. I didn’t hear anything from her the day of the date until 8 minutes before we were due to meet. I thought she was going to flake.

Date

We met at Klaps bar and it was really busy on the ground floor. I got us a seat at a table, I sat on the couch and she sat on a small stool to my right. It was too soon to ask her to sit beside me. We got off to a bit of an awkward start before I admitted I couldn’t really remember what I said to her when I spoke to her. She said she knew I was drunk but I still seemed cool and she wanted to see what I was like when I was sober. I’m a functioning alcoholic it seems.

We did some comfort fluff and I found out she’s 22, still a student, was a rebel at school and will graduate two years late as a result. After this I proposed we go downstairs to the smoking section for a cigarette, she liked this idea.

We sat on a couch beside each other and I started the questions game. Things escalated very quickly from this point as she wasted no time in getting to the saucy questions. She was telling some very personal things which I won’t share on here, but they didn’t make it appropriate to try and kiss her. Calibrate, kids.

After another drink downstairs the time had gotten to around 23:45. I pulled out my phone, showed her the time and asked her if she would like to go to one more place. She agreed.

We walked for about 10 minutes to the Sultan Club which is a grotty little 24 hour “club” opposite my flat.

We had one drink in there and we carried on the questions game. In what was almost a carbon copy of the Ukrainian date she asked me what I expected from the evening. I reiterated that I obviously found her attractive but I was still deciding if she was cool or not. She probed more, “yeah, but what did you think would happen?”. I sighed whilst inwardly shouting WHY ARE GIRLS ALWAYS COCK-BLOCKING THEMSELVES?! I asked her if she had ever seen the movie Vicky, Cristina, Barcelona? She had so I reminded her of the scene when Juan Antonio walks over to the girls in the restaurant, gives them the proposition of coming to Oviedo for the weekend and gets nothing but shit tests from Vicky. He turns to Cristina and says “Does she always analyse every inspiration until it’s grain of charm is…. squeezed out of it?”. I told her she was being Vicky right now, she smiled and we moved on to the next question.

Shortly after this we were kissing and it felt on. It was now pushing 1am and she had to be up for work at 7am the next morning. I told her I had some wine and beer at home, we should go back to watch some YouTube videos and she could show me the Polish music she was talking about earlier. She said “No, I don’t do this on the first date”. “OK, it’s my job to try and yours to say no”.

We were walking down the road past my apartment block, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the entrance.

“Where are we going?!”

“I live here, let’s go up for ONE drink, you can leave whenever you want”

She smiled and said “OK, just one and nothing will happen”

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to”.

We got into the flat and I gave her a little tour, stuck youtube on and offered her a drink. She wanted a beer so I opened two cans. We had a cigarette on the balcony and we chatted nonsense for a little while before we started kissing heavily. We were standing near the bed and I had my hands down her jeans squeezing her pert little ass cheeks whilst kissing her. I then stopped, grabbed the laptop from the dining table, grabbed her hand and asked her to sit on the bed, it’s more comfortable. She said no and immediately insisted on leaving. “I told you one drink and nothing was going to happen”. She was a woman of her word and I was a man of mine.

I walked her home which was only a few minutes away, we kissed some more and it all ended on positive terms. We’re still texting so hopefully I will see her again.

This notch was quite special not only because it was my first Ukrainian and she was bloody hot, but because I was very close to walking out on the girl on a few occasions as she was playing silly buggers. There were a few learning points for me, so strap yourselves in, it’s another long one…

It was May day, a public holiday here in Warsaw. I’d done an hours daygame with Mr R before going to meet up with some of the other resident daygamers for dinner. As we were walking down Nowy Swad on our way to the restaurant I spotted a cute little brunette in white trainers, a black just above knee length dress and a black leather jacket. She was just standing there playing on her phone.

Open

“Excuse me, I can see you’re obviously waiting on someone, BUT, I was walking past and I thought you looked very pretty. I like your all black attire, you look like you could be some sort of international spy on a secret mission…. (smiles, but still no hook)… ok you don’t have to tell me what it is…. You do NOT look Polish though”

HOOK.

The guessing game of nationalities commenced and she finally told me she was Ukrainian. She was here for a few days with her partner and I assumed she meant her boyfriend. We carried on chatting and she pointed to the other side of the road and said “that’s my partner, he is shy to come over because you are here”.

I looked over and saw a chodey looking guy standing there awkwardly not knowing what to do with himself. Good lad.

I asked “so, is that not your boyfriend?”

“No, it’s my business partner”

I asked her what she was doing here and gave her my backstory before I went for the close. I asked for facebook as I thought she might not want to be seen giving her number out to randoms in the street in front of her colleague.

“No, I don’t give my facebook to strangers, there’s a lot of personal things on there, you can have my number but I don’t want my partner to see”.

I turned my back to her partner, pulled out my phone and asked her to tell me her number, I typed it in and quickly put my phone away.

We exchanged pleasantries and I wasn’t expecting to hear from her as she was only in town for a few days, was Ukrainian (I’ve heard these are notoriously difficult to bed) and would be quite busy with work.

Texting

The texting was textbook, but, she didn’t reply to my date confirmation sent at 12.42 on the day of the date. So I photo pinged her at 15:15. Still no reply. I wouldn’t have done this if she was living here.

I was walking down Nowy Swad at around 4pm. Mr R was in set so I was standing nearby waiting for him. I was scrolling through my twitter feed when a girl came up to me and said hi. It was the Ukrainian, Warsaw is small it seems. She looked even hotter than the day before, wearing tight denim jeans which accentuated her peachy little ass. I said hi, she was carrying a map and a little backpack so I teased her on being a typical tourist. She giggled and said “I don’t know if I will make 7pm tonight, is 8pm ok?”.

So she’d clearly seen my messages but not “read” them. I think if I hadn’t bumped into her she would have flaked on the date.

Shortly after this I went to get dinner with Mr R when she messaged me saying she was free and wanted to meet earlier in the old city which is a 15-20 minute walk from where I wanted to meet her and 2 hours earlier. I thought “lose the battle to win the war”.

Date

I ended up meeting her at around 5.45pm near Nowy Swad Metro station (roughly half way). She told me she’d already walked to the Old City so I walked us straight to the nearest coffee shop.

The shit tests began.

“I thought we were going for a walk, I don’t like coffee” she barked

“Just have a juice or something, I’m getting an espresso”. I could see her little eyes spazzing, she wasn’t used to this.

“OK, I’ll have a latte” she relented

“OK, I’ll order it, go grab us those nice seats by the window and I’ll bring it over”. She complied.

As I stood at the counter waiting for the coffees my phone vibrated. It was another girl I’d closed the day before “Pretty girl ;p”. She’d obviously seen me walking with the Ukrainian. I didn’t reply.

I did the comfort fluff with the Ukrainian as we drank our coffees. I found out she was 25, had TWO degrees and was heavily into her fitness. She loved to cook, clean and generally be a woman. This girl was an 8, if a low one. After this I said “let’s walk back towards the city, I want to show you something”.

It was now around 6.30pm and I intended on bouncing her to the Serial Killer Bar before moving her to a bar closer to mine. We got there and the shit tests continued to rain down.

“I don’t want to drink, it’s too early and I don’t like drinking”

“OK, let’s carry on walking” I said.

We walked up to and around the Palace of Culture, she took photos and we chatted some more, she was generally being more pleasant and the shit tests subsided.

I walked us in the direction of Sloik and was expecting more shit tests when we got to the door. To my surprise she said “this looks like a cool bar, are we going in here?”. Yes we are.

We sat on stools at a high table, opposite each other, I ordered a large beer and so did she (so much for not liking drinking). She got some cordial added to her beer and was drinking it out of a straw. I picked up her glass to take a sip from the straw. She pulled it back and barked “get your own straw!”. I nearly got up and left right then and there but I kept my cool and said “you’re a weirdo, aren’t you?”. She didn’t know what a weirdo was, I explained and she confirmed that indeed, she was.

To my surprise she wanted another beer. We got another round and I started the questions game. She hated it and thwarted all of my sexual spiking attempts saying she doesn’t like to talk about such things with “strangers”.

I gave up. I just sat there and drank my beer and let her ramble on about herself. I didn’t give a shit anymore and decided in my head that I was going home after the beer.

We left the bar and I told her I was going home. She said “no, lets go to one more place, I don’t want to go home”. It was now around 9pm, I had nothing better to do so I thought “whats another beer with a pretty girl?” even if nothing happens.

I bounced her to Pictures bar and grabbed a couch in the corner. She went to sit opposite me, I said “no sit here, beside me”. She complied.

We ordered more beers (she was now on her third beer and was a little tipsy). I was still switched off, I let her ramble on, she was showing me lots of photos of herself on her iphone. I wasn’t interested. I got up and went to the toilet. I got back and she asked me if I was bored. “To be honest, yes”. She asked me what I expected from the evening. I leant in, pulled her chin towards me and went for the kiss. She pulled away. I switched back off again and sipped on my beer. I was going to leave after that beer.

She asked me again what I expected, I sighed and went into a bit of a rant…

“Look, what did YOU expect? The first thing I said to you when I met you is that I think you’re pretty. How could you think I wanted to be your friend?… You are only here for a few days, I don’t live in the same city as you so I could clearly never be your boyfriend, there is no long term solution here. I know it’s not normal in your tradition to do such things, but you’re not in your home country, you are on an adventure, how about you live a little?”

She looked shocked and went quiet for a minute.

I went back to sipping my beer. Eventually, she said “so, do you want to kiss me?”. I was now fuming and ready to storm out. “What do you think?!” I retorted.

She asked me the same question again, I grabbed her chin again and THIS time she was all over me, full tongue and we kissed for about 3 minutes. Progress. I finally kissed her almost SIX hours into the date.

We had another drink there and it was now around midnight, they were closing the bar. I suggested we go back to mine. She said she doesn’t do this. She said she would invite me back to her apartment but it is a complete mess. She lived about a 30min walk away.

I tried to reason that I lived a 3min walk away and it was raining, it would be stupid going to hers. We walked outside and I asked her again to come to mine. She said no, I could come to hers but I would have to wait outside while she cleaned the place. I laughed and agreed. We jumped in a cab and we were at hers in 10mins.

We were walking to her door when she said “do you have the things, the fun things?”. I asked her what she meant and she pointed to my crotch. “oh, yeah, they’re here in my jacket poc…” FUCK.

At this point I realised I had no condoms on me, they were in my other daygame jacket zip pocket which was conveniently, in London.

I asked her if she kept any and she said of course not, she was not expecting to have sex on this trip. I said I would pull out before I came and she said “NO!!”. I took out my phone and frantically looked for the nearest shop on google maps, I found a petrol station about a 10min walk away. She said she would come with me. We walked there and I teased her that if she had just have come back to mine there wouldn’t be any of these hassles.

Luckily the shop at the petrol station was open, I bought condoms and we walked back to hers. She made me wait outside her apartment for about 10mins while she tidied her flat.

Sex

When I got in she told me to make myself comfortable, she wanted to take a shower. I did so. She came back out of the shower in just her underwear and a t-shirt. We started kissing, the clothes came off and we had sex. No LMR.

Obviously she insisted I wore the condom, she wouldn’t let me do any other position but missionary and she screamed in pain if I did a full thrust, I’m not particularly big, she was just very tight. As I was fucking her she asked me not to come inside her, I told her I was wearing a condom. She said I know, but don’t come when you’re inside me. She insisted that I pull out before coming even though I was wearing a condom!! I obliged.

Debrief

I asked her when she decided she was going to have sex with me, she said when I kissed her. I asked her how many men she had had sex with before me. She said it was private. I guessed that it was less than 5. She said “Actually, 2”. I believe her.

Biggest Learning Points?

Don’t alway assume the other guy is a boyfriend

Honour your part as a member of the secret society – hid the number close

Girls are ditsy – if i hadn’t have bumped into her, she would have flaked

Warsaw is small

Girls don’t always mean what they say – drank coffee and alcohol when she said she doesn’t drink either

I’ve been in Warsaw for just over a week and the daygame has been going quite well. I’ve done 54 sets over 8 sessions and I’ve closed just under half of these, I’ve had a couple of idates (one was almost a SDL), a date, and a notch (not from daygame, see below). This is despite the fact that the city is apparently empty compared to normal due to a couple of public holidays this week meaning that most people have left the city.

This means that nearly all my leads aren’t available to come out until next week, this isn’t a problem as I am here for another 3 weeks, but it will make it harder to get these girls out when they return.

I’ve gotten over the quality drop compared to Belgrade and am fairly happy opening the 7’s with the occasional 8 (All Ukrainian) sprinkled on top. I’ve closed a handful of Ukrainians but I’m struggling to get them out. I was supposed to have a date with one of them last night and she flaked, I’ve got another date with another one tonight, hopefully she doesn’t do the same.

I’ve met up with some of the resident daygamers here and there seems to be a nice, tight-knit little community, some of the big hitters are here too and are part of this.

I attempted some night game with one of the residents who is a guy from Manchester who I’d not met before, let’s call him Mr R. As I have mentioned before, I hesitate to call my night/bar game actual game as it is nothing near what the great Mr Jambone prescribes on his latest blog post. I do what he defines as street game in bars. I drink a few beers and spike a LOT more than I normally would in a daygame set.

On Friday night Mr R showed me around the little district of bars that includes what Bodi has infamously nick-named the Serial Killer Bar. We opened quite a lot of sets, from memory it was mostly me opening and Mr R winging. It was fun, I really enjoy hitting the bars with a fellow gamer, it’s nice being able to just go over and talk to the girls and know that your wing won’t fuck it up for you.

In one of the first bars we went into we were standing near the bar waiting to get served. I mentioned to Mr R that there was a decent two-set standing over our shoulder. I’d get the beers in and then we’d go talk to them.

We got the beers and as I turned to open them they were putting their coats on to leave. One of them was very hot, short with big dark brown eyes and black hair, she looked more Latino than Polish. The other girl was a bit taller and just looked like a typical plain Polish girl with fair brunette hair and no real stand-out features.

I was obviously more interested in the hot girl but she was shy and was standing further away from me than her friend. They said they were in a hurry to leave so I took plain janes’ number and after they left we carried on opening sets. I got a couple more numbers that night, one of which was a hot Polish girl who I tried to bounce back that night but she wasn’t having any of it. I got her number, we are now texting but she is out of town for the next week.

I pinged plain jane the next morning and she replied almost instantly. This girl was keen. We set up a date for the next evening (Sunday). She turned up and looked hotter than on Friday night, she’d put a bit more make-up on, was wearing a long grey coat over a tight black top and a long black skirt. When we got to the first venue she took the coat off and I could see her breasts were rather large, I got a boner. I was trying to justify her being a 7 in my head, but then I looked at her face, it was a little pudgy and her nose was a bit big, this girl was a 6, if a high one.

We did two venues and I took her home and banged her. She had a very nice body with big D cup breasts. It was very easy and there was nothing much to learn from a game perspective, there were a few quirky moments which I will share;

During the comfort fluff in the first venue she asked “be honest, who did you like more, me or my friend?”. I smiled and responded “I thought you both looked nice so I thought I’d talk to you both, you were just more talkative than your friend”. Then quickly changed the subject.

During the questions game in the second venue I asked “do you have any hidden talents?” Her response was “I’m great at blow-jobs”. I was sipping my beer as she answered, I tried to keep my cool but I spat my beer back into my glass and cracked up laughing.

She was in constant communication with her hot friend the entire night. I told her this was rude but she said “she’s just checking I’m safe”. I asked her what she was saying to her and she said she was telling her friend how great I was. The strangest was just after the sex. She got up, picked up her phone, rang her friend and started ranting excitedly down the phone in Polish. I asked her what that was all about and she said “I was just telling my friend the sex was amazing”.

A week has passed and I have been ruminating the last leg of my euro-jaunt. I got laid 4 times in the space of 9 days there*. Does this make it pussy paradise?

The short answer is; NO.

Here’s the longer answer…

Daygame in Belgrade is difficult and if you go there unprepared you will come back with your tail between your legs. Im sure Garzero and Xants, who were both there at the same time as me will both agree as they have explained on their own blogs.

Let’s start with a more detailed look at my stats.

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

idate

Date

Near Misses

Lays

36

33.33%

13.89%

35.29%

0.00%

11.11%

0.00%

8.33%

12

5

6

0

4

0

3

Ridiculous, right? I agree. But let’s dive a bit deeper.

I did 36 sets over the first 5 days of the trip. Starting with a higher number of sets on day 1 and doing progressively less each day. I closed just under half of the girls and pretty much all the rest of them were blowouts except a couple of girls who had boyfriends. I had 4 dates and managed to lay 3 of them, the other girl turned out to be a gold digger who kept spamming me with stupid viber emoticons so much so that I had to block her. I also got laid on day 1 from “night game”. I haven’t included that in my stats as they are solely for daygame. After the first 5 days I didn’t need to do any more game, I had more solid leads than nights left so I started spinning the plates.

Now before you all start booking your flights and burning the city to the ground (I would accept a small amount of blame for this), I’d like to explain how I think I achieved this and why it is not likely this will ever happen again for me and it’s even less likely to happen for a beginner.

I got lucky

The weather forecast was terrible before we set off from London and our first few days would be Easter weekend when the city was supposed to clear out. However, I got 90% of my sets done over that Easter weekend while the weather was still relatively nice, it rained the rest of the trip but I had accumulated all my leads by then so it didn’t matter. Had it been the other way round I probably wouldn’t have gotten laid at all.

Any experienced player will know that there are an unlimited number of outside factors that can happen on dates that will derail you in your efforts of banging YHT. E.g. they could receive a phone call, fat chubby dudes can interrupt you, she may need to catch a last bus home, she may not feel well all of a sudden, the sound of your wing banging a chick senseless in the room next door may freak her out etc. etc. etc. Any of these things can easily prevent you from getting laid.

I did a lot of daygame

Prior to this trip I had done a lot of daygame in my journey, 2157 sets, to be precise. In 2017 alone I had done 252 sets through the slog of winter in London without even getting a whiff of pussy. I firmly believe that every set counts towards your trajectory of the daygame summit, especially if it’s a blowout. I endured around 170 of these on the cold, dark streets of London in the winter of 2017.

Over time, it all averages out

Here are my stats for all of 2017 so far, you will see that it doesn’t look so impressive any more.

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

idate

Date

Near Misses

Lays

301

17.28%

5.98%

41.43%

1.33%

2.66%

0.33%

1.00%

52

18

29

4

8

1

3

I’d been to the city before

I wasted no time faffing around trying to figure out the best daygame areas and other inane things and jumped straight into the daygame. Knowing the city also helped me lead on dates, something pretty much all of my notches commented on saying things like “you know this city better than me and I’ve lived here all my life”. Little did they know, I only knew the well trodden daygame path.

I worked on my SMV

It may have seemed like I was wasting a lot of time in the winter months by doing so much daygame. However I also made time for the gym 3 or 4 times a week, most people could probably not tell the difference, but I could and that’s all that matters.

I had my teeth whitened, again, most people didn’t notice, but I did.

I updated my wardrobe buying new daygame boots with height increasing heels, a more fitted (not black) leather jacket and a few fitted t-shirts to try and emphasise my more toned appearance.

I read some philosophy books which I casually dropped into my dates, the latest being Atlas Shrugged. I gave up about 1/8th of the way through War and Peace.

I’m shiny there

I’ve been to a few euro jaunt destinations, but this is where I got the most IOI’s so far and hence the return trip. Two of my notches (one from a previous trip) even said I was more attractive than Tom Hardy, I tried hard to hold back my laughter on both occasions.

So in case you still haven’t got the message, please, please, PLEASE do not go to Belgrade, I really don’t think you would like it. Thanks.

* Believe it or not, I don’t like to brag. If you met me in person you would probably think I’m a relatively quiet, introverted guy who is more interested in your journey than my own. I wouldn’t tell you about this blog unless you explicitly asked me. I’d like to think my wings would back up my self-assessment of my character, but they’d probably just say “he’s a daft Irish git who bangs yes girls”.

She’s not as hot as Penelope Cruz, but she’s as equally if not more crazy than her character in VCB.After getting over the initial depression caused by the steep drop in quality, I was starting to enjoy Warsaw and all its miserable, sopping wet charm.

I have now lost all track of which euro jaunt day number this was, but it was yesterday. I think I am going through a melt-UP, which I will define as the opposite of a melt-down. I’m really enjoying this, there really is nothing better than having nothing better to do but hit on pretty girls. Anyway, I digress…

I was prowling up and down Marszalkowska street taking advantage of the canopy to protect me from the rain.

It was about 3pm when I saw a girl walking quite slowly and dressed formally, with a long blue coat and a big popped collar. I opened her, told her she looked pretty, like a wizard, all she needed now was a pointy beard and hat. She laughed hysterically at my shit opener.

She was short, brunette, with brown eyes and was showing a little bit of cleavage beneath her black blouse. She was 21 and had a French accent, this is my favourite accent on a girl and I told her so. She hooked almost instantly and told me she was having a bad day, she was looking for a bar to drink some wine but none of her friends wanted to join her. Ding, ding, DING, went my SDL radar. DING!

“well, it just so happens my friend is about to go home for the afternoon, so how about me and you go get a glass of wine together?”. She enthusiastically agreed.

I bounced her to a place called Loik which is just behind Marszalkowska street and coincidentally, about a 3min walk from my apartment. We sat opposite each other, I ordered a beer and she, a glass of wine. We went through the normal comfort fluff, I got the bill and said “let’s go to one more place”. Luckily I had done some scouting previous to this and found a dingy little 24hr “club” which is dark all day, has couches, you can smoke inside (she’s a smoker) and is coincidentally even closer to my apartment.

It was all going swimmingly, I had to use very little game, I’m pretty sure it’s all internalised now and I was carrying her through the motions. We sat opposite each other first, then I went to the toilet, came back and sat beside her. We played the questions game and her answers were filthy, this girl was a real outlier and I have never been more certain of a SDL. We had a couple of drinks, followed by shots and I suggested we get a bottle of wine and watch a movie at my place which just so happens to be directly across the street. What a coincidence!

We went to the nearest supermarket and got a bottle of wine, as we were walking back to mine her phone started beeping frantically. I asked her what’s up, she said “oh it’s just my sister she is telling me I need to leave soon”. FUCK.

It was now around 6.30pm, I got her into the apartment and told her not to worry about her sister, she’d be fine. I put on some music and poured us the wine, I didn’t mention the movie. We had one sip each and she pounced on me, kissing with heavy tongue, and teeth. I told her to cut out the teeth and she obliged. I threw her on the bed and starting removing her clothes. There was absolutely no LMR. I got her down to just her panties, I took off my top and fingered her hard, she was wetter than Warsaw itself. I was sucking on her surprisingly large titties when her phone started RINGING. She answered and started screaming frantically down the phone in what was some form of Frolish (French/Polish). This girl was proper bat-shit crazy.

She hung up the phone, jumped up off the bed and started putting her clothes back on whilst having what can only be described as a hissy-fit. She proclaimed her hate for her sister for always fucking shit up for her. I was dumbfounded… “what’s going on?” I asked. She said “that was my sister, I was supposed to be home at 7pm for a family dinner, I need to leave right now”. It was now 7pm.

She asked me if I had facebook, I added her and away she went. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever even hear from her again due to the degree of her complete bonkersness. But she accepted the friend request a short time later and we are now messaging. Hopefully I will get her out again but it seems every girl in Warsaw is away for a full week now. All my leads are on hold because of this.

I went out drinking that evening with an old wing from Manchester, we watched the football and attempted some game in the bars afterwards. I got a little blondie back to my apartment and she wouldn’t even kiss me. I told her she was stupid, opened the door and said “get the fuck out”. It was around 3.30am. What is game turning me into?

Anyway, two near misses in one day. I love daygame, this shit just doesn’t happen to normals.

This was by no means an easy feat, I put a lot of work in and I actually really like this girl, so much so that I will probably see her again. Strap yourselves in, this is a long one…

It was day 1 of the jaunt and this would be my third set of the day. We were walking down one of the side streets off Knez when I saw a short girl with long black hair wearing white converse, tight ripped denim jeans, a black blouse and a denim jacket hugging her friend goodbye as she left a restaurant. As I walked by I turned to check her ass out as she reached up to hug her friend, it was very peachy. She was a high 7, I had to go in.

Open

As she left her friend she started walking very fast so I ran to catch her. I opened and delivered the compliment, she immediately told me she was in a hurry. I ignored this and continued with my stack for about 30 seconds before she hooked asking “where are you from?”. I challenged her to guess and she said “no, I am bad at that”. I just told her as she had already told me she was in a hurry (calibrate). I asked what she was doing and she told me she was leaving the town at this very moment for the Easter weekend. All of this was done in the first minute of the set. I made sure to get in some stock teases of her living in a little village with no internet or running water and this got a laugh.

At 1m30s I said “I forgot your name”, and she rightly said “I didn’t say”. She told me her name, but lets call her Nyssa.

At 1m40s I went for the close asking for her number and she said facebook is better as she had a bad experience giving out her number in the past.

We exchanged pleasantries and went our separate ways. I walked away thinking that she wouldn’t even accept the friend request as the interaction was so short (it was 2mins 34s).

Interlude

I sent her a stock feeler as there was nothing to go off. To my surprise, I got a long reply from her the next day where she actually used callback humour. Good sign.

We text a couple of times over the Easter break before I set up a date with her the following Tuesday. Nyssa would be my second date after the D2 with the 19yr old.

D2

We met at 8pm on Republic Square. She arrived about 5 minutes late, but when she did, she did so in style giving me an instant boner. She was wearing heels, tight white pants, a black laced top and a black leather jacket. She would have been an 8 but I would later find out she was 29.

I fucked up a bit next as I didn’t have any proper date venues in mind, I winged it. I took us to the closest place which happened to be Boutique on the corner of the square. We walked inside and almost everyone was eating, it stunk. I should have turned and walked out, but I was stubborn and I insisted we stay after she gave me a funny look. We sat at a small table between a couple to my left and chubby dude eating alone to my right. She sat opposite me and I could barely hear her. We struggled through the normal comfort fluff as the annoying fat chubby dude kept butting into our conversation every 2 minutes. I kept my cool, being nice to him but giving him short, closed answers to his questions. I think she was impressed. Amongst the comfort fluff, Nyssa told me she was driving that evening and couldn’t drink much or stay out late. I started to drink my beer quicker, asked to taste hers and proceeded to drink most of it ensuring to leave her a sip. I got the bill and told her we were going to one more place. She asked where and I said “you ask too many questions” with a cheeky smile.

I started walking her to the Irish Bar, on the way I told her “you can’t go on a date with an Irish man and not go to an Irish bar”. She giggled and started to relax as she knew where we were going.

We walked in and there was a loud band playing shit Serbian music, how very Irish. She asked me “don’t you want to go somewhere quieter?”. I said “no, it’ll be fine”. We got a couch downstairs and sat beside each other. We ordered drinks and as I started the questions game she began shit testing me “you only want to play this sort of game so you can ask me hard questions”. I just laughed and said “and?”. She giggled and played along. We had to lean right into each other as the music was so loud (the reason I persisted). After about another hour of this I leaned in and kissed her, she responded with full tongues. Afterwards she said “I’m surprised, I thought you weren’t going to do it”.

The shitty band finally stopped, we chatted some more and I invited her back to my place about 10 times, not in a row. She laughed each time and said she admired my persistence but she doesn’t do this type of thing on a first date. Amongst our chit chat she told me she was good at pool. I challenged her to a game on our next date and if she lost she would have to do whatever I wanted. She said “No, you will say I have to come to your place!”. I said “no, if you lose, you have to cook for me”. She agreed and we arranged to meet the next day. It got to midnight and she had to be up for work in the morning so I walked her back to her car in the rain. I’m such a chode!

D3

We met at the same time and place and I walked her to the sports bar across the square. We played pool almost straight away and I beat her easily. She said “I didn’t tell you when I would cook for you!”. I didn’t react.

We took a seat on a couch near the pool table and the waiter came over and told us in Serbian that it was reserved. Nyssa talked back to him for a few seconds and he walked away. I asked her what she said to him “he said it’s normally reserved for VIP’s, I asked who and he said never mind, you can stay”.

She was all over me and didn’t seem to mind that a lot of people were looking as she was practically riding me on the couch. After the second drink, I paid the bill and said lets go. She offered up the same resistance and I, the same answer.

As we were walking down the steps out of the venue she was behind me so I grabbed her legs, pulled her onto my back and gave her a piggy back down the steps, across the square to the entrance of my apartment. Location is everything. She said she wasn’t coming in. I said “let’s just have one glass of wine, you can leave as soon as you feel uncomfortable”.

I led her in, gave her a tour of the apartment and then we sat in the lounge and drank wine. After a while I led her to the bedroom and threw her on the the bed. I got on top of her and started kissing her, she pulled away and said “how did you do this!?”. I said “let’s just blame it on the alcohol”.

She giggled and we kissed passionately. I was groping her and dry humping her for about an hour whilst trying to get her clothes off. Every time I undid her buttons or bra she would re-do it. She eventually told me she was on her period. I told her we could put a towel down and she did not like this idea one little bit. No sexy time tonight.

I walked her back to her car (she drove on both dates so far so couldn’t drink a lot) and set up the D4.

D4

It was Saturday, my last day and she insisted I do something touristy with her (I told her previously that i’m crap at being touristy). Due to my line of work, she thought it would be nice for me to see the Tesla Museum. She bought the tickets in advance and was quite excited to take me, I was even excited to go.

We met at the usual spot at 5.30pm and hopped in a cab to the museum. I decided to switch off all game whilst there and appreciate all of Teslas fine achievements in Engineering history, he was quite the lad.

After the museum we took a slow stroll back towards the city and she told me she wasn’t driving tonight and wanted to get a little bit drunk. Good sign. We had a drink in the craft beer place, then another in the Boutique just across the road from it. From there we went to another bar behind it that I can’t remember the name of. It was quite a fancy place and when the waiter came to serve us I asked for a beer, obviously in English. He then started speaking in Serbian to her, she started blushing and giggling and then ordered a drink. I asked her what that was all about. She said “he just told me that I am very beautiful and asked what I was doing with an English man”. What a wanker, calling me English!!

From here I bounced her to my place and there was no resistance this time. We had a glass of wine in the kitchen and as we sat there Xants and his girl came in. They all introduced each other and all got on fine. Shortly after I bounced her to the bedroom and there was no LMR whatsoever, the sex was fantastic. This was the first girl of the trip that insisted I wore condoms, I ended up using 5 of them as we went at it through the night and again in the morning.

I left Belgrade later that morning with my ball sack completely drained. I doubt I will ever have that much sex with different girls over three days again. My love for Daygame is fully restored.

She didn’t have a nose piercing and looked younger than this and her ass was bigger than this.

It was Saturday, day 2 of the jaunt and the number-farming was still in full swing. Xants and I had just finished our breakfast and we decided to take a walk up towards the University area and do some sets. We were walking towards Hotel Moskva from Knez when I spotted a fairly tall girl with long brunette hair in converse shoes, tight denim jeans, a tight black boob tube and a denim jacket. She was slim but had a huge ass, I reckon her A/W ratio is about 0.6 and it is the first thing that caught my eye. She was a solid 7.

I front stopped her and she smiled before I even opened. Good sign. I found out she was 19, from a local village and was a Law student. She was about to leave Belgrade for the Easter weekend but was keen to meet me when she got back.

The texting was effortless and we agreed to meet the following Tuesday for coffee. By the time Tuesday rolled around I had completed my number farm and had a phone full of leads so I scheduled in 3 girls for that evening and this girl would be the first. The second would be the girl in my next lay report and the third flaked. They were booked in for 6.30, 8.00 and 10.00pm respectively.

D2

We met by Hotel Moskva, she arrived a couple of minutes late looking hotter than when I opened as is usual in daygame. She was wearing more or less the same clothes but had put a bit of make-up on. I walked us to a coffee shop nearby and we sat opposite each other at a small table.

I was sizing up the odds of bouncing her back to the flat, banging her and still meeting my second date. I quickly decided this was not an option as she seemed to be quite K selected.

We talked about her upbringing, her family, her hopes for the future and all that usual fluff for about 45mins. I asked her what her plans were for the rest of the evening, she blushed and said “well, this”. Fuck. I quickly considered bailing on my second date, but she was hotter than this girl so I told her I had to go and meet my friend at 8pm. She said that’s not a problem as she should probably go home and study anyway.

I needed to spike things up a bit, something I always struggle with on coffee dates.

I asked her what the craziest thing she’s done is and she said she once swam in the sea fully clothed when drunk. I also asked her if she’d ever kissed a girl and she said that she had and that she really enjoyed it. I did an exaggerated fist pump and said “yes!”.

We spoke about alcohol and to my surprise she sounded like she enjoyed a drink. I suggested we meet another day for a real drink and she agreed.

We left the coffee shop and I walked her to the bus stop. When I was at the top of the hill near the bus stop I said “you see there at the bottom of this hill? That’s where I will kiss you”. She giggled and said “do you always announce it?” “No, only when I’m sure”.

We kissed with a little bit of tongue and I sent her on her way and ran off to meet my next date.

I pinged her the next day and suggested we meet again on Friday for the real drink. She said she was supposed to be going away for the weekend with her girl friends. I told her that she could see her friends any weekend, it’s not often that she would get the opportunity to go on a date with a handsome Irish man. She said she’d let me know. The next day she text me saying “I’m not going away this weekend :)”.

It got to Friday and I’d just had a notch the night before. I only had two nights left and 4 or 5 girls I was still trying to get out. I decided I couldn’t be bothered with the hassle of scheduling multiple dates on the same evening. I’d choose the two that I had the highest odds of notching and convert the rest to long leads.

D3

I decided to copy the exact same date plan as the night before (if it ain’t broke and all that) meeting her at Hotel Moskva at 7pm, bouncing her to the craft beer place and then onto the Irish Bar before bouncing to mine.

At the craft beer place we sat at the bar on stools making sure I got my knees right up against hers. We had one drink here and smoked a couple of cigarettes before I walked us to the Irish bar.

We got a couch upstairs, ordered a dark and a light beer and two types of Rakia and shared them. This girl liked to drink and smoke and if they smoke, they poke. This is a well know fact.

We talked and kissed a lot and before I knew it was almost 11pm. I suggested a glass of wine at my place and there were no objections from her. At this point I knew that Xants was attempting a threesome with his banshee and another girl. I text him “COMING BACK NOW, please be quiet!”. You don’t think of these sorts of logistical issues when agreeing to shack up with another gamer for a jaunt.

I walked us back to the apartment praying that the coast was clear, I soon got a text from Xants saying that he was bringing his girl back but there would be no threesome and they would be quiet.

I got my girl inside and we had a quick glass of wine in the lounge before I suggested I put a movie on in my room before Xants and his banshee got back. We did so and watched the first 10 minutes and then we started kissing and groping each other. I tried to slide my hand down her crotch so that I could finger her, she pulled it away and said “No!”. I rolled off, paused the movie and told her to play me some typical Serbian music. She did and it was crap. After a while I escalated again and she resisted all of my attempts to get her clothes off. I gave her a massage and after a few minutes pulled up her top and undid her bra so that I could give her a “proper massage”. She didn’t seem to mind. Around about this point, true to form, Xants’ girl started screaming her head off in the next room and this made the LMR battle even more frustrating. Very fucking quiet, Xants.

After 4 attempts of me trying to get my hand down there she finally relented on the 5th attempt. I actually think the sounds coming from the next room got my girl in the mood. As soon as my fingers were inside her vagina it was all over. I battled around two hours of LMR, but it was more than worth it. I never thought that hearing sex in the next room would be an effective LMR destroyer, but there you have it and you heard it here first.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the image of smashing her from behind as I spanked her big juicy 19 year old ass whilst pull her hair hard with my other hand. I came all over her ass and she rolled over onto it and said “Wow!”. Moments like this are what it is all about and make all of the misery worth it.

We banged a few more times before I kicked her out around lunch time the next day so that Xants and I could go eat steak, drink beer, smoke cigarettes and watch Father Ted before my next date that evening. This would be a D4 with a different girl and my first ever attempt at laying 3 different girls from daygame on 3 consecutive nights…

This is Ander Hererra. He is great at football.Ander Herrera’s through ball to little Marcus Rashford was the sexiest thing I’d seen that day. But I did open a girl who was about half as sexy and I ended up banging her a few days later…

It was Sunday, day 3 of the Euro jaunt. It was cold out and raining heavily. Myself and Xants decided to sack the daygame and go the sports bar to watch football and drink beer all day, it was a great decision.

After that we went for dinner in a fancy Italian restaurant. We sat at the window, drank wine and ate fancy food, because we could. A girl walked past the window. I announced “she looks hot” and proceeded to run out of the restaurant and down the street after her like a monkey. One of those ones that dances.

I was quite drunk at this point so I don’t even remember how I opened her, but i do remember being out of breath. I’m assuming I hid my drunkenness well as I got her number and she was very keen over text in the subsequent days. We arranged to meet the following Thursday, day 7 of the jaunt.

The Following Thursday

It was another wet day. I’d awoken still quite frustrated from the blue blood soaked balls of a D3* the night before. The sounds of Xants’ girl screaming like a banshee in the room next door exacerbated this frustration somewhat more. I got out of the apartment and went to Snezanna for what was to be the best omelette of the trip so far, things would get better. I pinged the girl from the monkey set to confirm the date for that same evening and we agreed to meet at 7pm.

I met her at Hotel Moskva, I was ten minutes early so I went inside and had a tiny coffee (it’s harder to get a decent sized coffee in Belgrade than an omelette after 1pm) and text her to meet me inside. She came in and I was pleasantly surprised that she was hot. A 7 with greeny brown eyes, brunette hair and a slim figure with nice curves. I wanted to bang her.

It was plain sailing from this point onwards, I drank my coffee, she asked me a million questions, I asked her if I was on a job interview.

From here I let her lead me to a bar nearby which serves lots of international craft beers. She really wanted me to try all the English and American beers. I ordered us two Serbian beers. We drank them and her eyes seemed to be in a permanent spazz, this girl fancied the fuck out of me and she didn’t hide it very well.

After this I suggested we go for a walk to the Irish Bar which just so happened to be closer to my apartment. We sat on the couches upstairs and she ordered us Rakias and some weird nuts that weren’t quite nuts, they were very tasty, and we kissed a lot. It was on.

Shortly after this I suggested we go back to mine for a glass of wine. She said that sounds like a great idea. We did so, I got us two cans of beer (didn’t need to open the wine, Xants and I would drink this later whilst watching Stefan Molyneux) from the fridge and we sat on the couch in the lounge for about 30 seconds before I carried her to the bedroom, took her clothes off and we had sex.

She was not this hot…The Euro Jaunt started with a bang but it didn’t seem likely at the beginning of a very long day…

Myself and Xants touched down late the previous evening and went to directly to Wurtz place for our obligatory Euro Jaunt kick-off beers, after dropping our bags at our centrally located apartment.

I got deja vu as we stood at the bar, turning to Xants and saying “So, how do you night game again?”. We tried to get some social proof so I opened a male two-set, they were nice chaps and they told us that we had come to Belgrade at the wrong time as the city would be empty due to the Easter holidays. Fuck. We drank our beers and got a relatively early night so we could be fresh for our first full day on the streets which would be Good Friday.

We started the day with a late breakfast at around mid-day. There were no omelettes at this eating establishment, as usual in Belgrade. It was a warm day and there seemed to be plenty of sets about. After breakfast we started rolling some off and after about an hour I had collected a few leads and was highly optimistic for the coming days. Xants’ vibe started very high and seemed to drop with each set he did. After around two hours he proclaimed “i think the girls here just don’t like me” and flirted with the idea of fleeing Belgrade to join Nick Krauser at another euro jaunt location. I didn’t try and dissuade him, I just told him it would be fine and things would get better. Sure enough, they did and he started closing lots of girls, they seemed to like him after all and I was right. I’m such a gamma.

I finished the first day having done 12 sets and closing 5 of them. I was happy enough with this so we started drinking at around 8pm. We met up with Garzero later that evening for food and hit some bars to attempt night game. We went to a little square with lots of bars and they seemed busy, not all the girls had gone back to their villages it seemed. We took turns opening up sets. I opened one 3-set and it was going quite well, Garzero and Xants both came and went during the set but all three of the girls seemed to be into me and didn’t really talk back to my wings. I was in this set for about 20 minutes before eventually going to number close my target which was a tall blond wearing a choker. She seemed keen when i suggested we meet another time for a coffee, i pulled out my phone and as I did this her friend leaned in and whispered something in Serbian into my targets ear. The target then turned to me and said “I can’t, I’m actually engaged”. I tried to hide the rage from my face before looking at her friend with what must have looked like a death stare and said “OK, no problem, you ladies have a nice evening”. All three of them said it was really nice to meet me and they were sure I would meet a nice girl in Belgrade. They didn’t know the half of it.

I ejected and went to find the lads, they were in another set and when they finished we went to another bar.

We were about 4 or 5 beers in now before I opened another 3-set. The lads joined me after a minute or so after I had introduced myself to all 3 of them. My target was a curly haired brunette in a black and white striped top with tight white jeans, she had a very nice back side. I teased her saying that she must have just escaped from prison. She bantered back and seemed keen. The lads talked to the other two and we all got on well. All 3 of them had gotten a bus from Macedonia for an Easter holiday. I now really wanted the notch as I did a mental check of the flag tick list, I hadn’t got the Macedonia flag, in fact I didn’t even know what it looked like.

We bounced the 3 of them to Wurtz place and had one more drink. We all stood near the bar and I moved my target across the bar a little and we sat beside each other on stools. It was around about this point that the girl which was Garzeros’ target started complaining that she had a sore leg and started suggesting that all 3 of the girls go home. It seemed my attempts to get laid were about to be foiled by another cock block! I then suggested to my target that her friends should go home and that she should stay and have a drink with me. She liked this idea and went over and had a little team talk with her friends as I did the same with mine. Xants said that they would leave me and my target to it and they would go to another bar having done a sterling job as wings. They did so and her two friends departed the bar closely followed by Xants and Garzero. I had my target isolated and all I had to do now was not fuck it up.

I ordered us both beers and shots, she joked “you know you don’t have to get me wasted to seduce me”. I replied “Its not you love, I’m Irish, I just like drinking”. This is and was genuinely true.

We finished the drinks and I bounced her to my place. She put up some token LMR as I moved her from the lounge to the bedroom. But before long our clothes were off and I was riding her bare back. In hindsight I’m a little disturbed that this didn’t seem to bother her.

She didn’t want to stay over so we got dressed and I walked her back to her hostel. I’m a nice bad boy.

The next day we bumped into them again and arranged to meet all three of them that evening. We did so and I banged her again on the Satruday night. Sunday would be her last night and was day 3 of our euro jaunt. It was raining all day so me and Xants decided to sack the daygame and watch football and drink beer. By about 10pm that evening she was texting me wanting to meet up. I attempted some bar game with Garzero in a very inebriated state before we joined up with the girls again in Wurtz place. My girl looked very annoyed at me for being drunk. I didn’t give a shit and proceeded to tease her for the next hour or so before bouncing her back to the apartment. I was very, very drunk by this point. I woke up the next morning, fully clothed on top of my bed. The girl was gone. I text her “I’m guessing you’ve gone back to Macedonia?!”. She said “Yes, and I’m very mad at you, you got so drunk on my last night.”. I said “Oops, alcohol does that to me sometimes”. She replied “You are such a bad boy, but I like it, nice guys are boring”. And there you have it kids, just be yourself.

I got her HB rating adjudicated on my whatsapp wing group. They mostly said 6, Xants agrees with me that she looked like a 7 on the night I closed her. For me, she is a low 7, but I was tipsy when I met her so that could easily knock a point off. However, a notch is a notch and it was my first fresh one in 3 months. Hopefully that damn has now burst.

Shite, right? These are embarrassingly bad statistics but there is no fake news on this blog. This is the reality of pick up, there are good times, and there are very, very bad times.

I closed at more or less the same rate as usual in March. Half of the girls flaked, the other half responded but were either “too busy” to come out or left town. I had one idate with an Asian which was going well but as we went to leave the bar she told me she just wanted to be friends. I lost the plot at this point and stormed off in a huff without even taking her number. I really need to stop bothering with Asian girls, I only open them because I think they’ll be easy and they always end up frustrating the shit out of me. Fools gold.

The date I went on was with a Lithuanian time waster who turned up, had a cup of tea and left after 45 minutes of her talking a lot about herself whilst rebutting all of my escalation and frame grab attempts. As hot as girls are, they can be very annoying if they don’t participate in the seduction dance.

Now, on to the topic of the click baittitle.

I have been analysing my game a fair bit and I’m pretty sure it’s not gotten as bad as the statistics suggest. This leaves a few possibilities;

My game has become stagnant

I’ve been unlucky

I’m opening hotter girls

I’m not opening enough

Daygame is getting harder in London

All of these are probably true. I game a lot, but I don’t spam. As you can see from the stats, I average 5 sets per session. I would have opened more if there were enough 7’s about, but there weren’t. Out of the 240 girls I opened in the first quarter of 2017, about 3 of them were 6’s, the rest were 7’s and up. I still closed 20% of these girls but getting them out proved difficult.

I’ve been discussing the situation in London amongst our little daygame rat pack. Xants is very smug, he’s done about 2 sets all year and gotten 2 notches. Ricky Roma also has two under his belt, one in Russia and one in London. I congratulated both at the time whilst inwardly swearing at them. Mr W is in the same boat as me as well as Gollum the Gamma (another wing with an Norn Irish accent but is actually looks Indian).

A daygamer by the pseudonym of Rafael Deangelo contacted me through the blog and told me of similar struggles, I haven’t met the guy yet but he seems genuine and I can definitely relate.

I gamed throughout winter last year and got a few notches in the process. I expected the same this year but all of my efforts were in vain. Why was it different this year?

I had more excitement at the beginning of last year, I hadn’t moved to London at this point but I was spending 3 or 4 days a week here, staying in Air BnB’s very centrally which made bouncing back a lot easier than my current situation. I think both of these factors made a massive difference, if you have enthusiasm and good logistics it’s a lot easier to get laid.

Despite that, gaming on the streets of London has felt a bit off lately. I get the feeling that most girls have heard it all before and they’re just a bit tired of it. Maybe they have all contracted feminism, maybe they have all been opened twenty million times, maybe they are all simultaneously actually busy.

I am a big believer in that no matter how burnt a place is, you can still get laid, my experience in Prague last year proved this. However, it wasn’t the case in London this winter.

This leads me to the lazy conclusion that my game is still amazing and that London is indeed fucked*. The best thing for me will be to get away. Good job I’m going on a big Euro Jaunt in a few days, hopefully, this will be my last misery post for a few months.

* If you’re an active daygamer in London let me know if you’ve had similar struggles, or even better, if you’ve been slaying it, if so, teach me, I pay top dollar.

Still nothing to report on the daygame front and I haven’t done a blog post in a while so I have resorted to trolling. This is what happens when you aren’t getting laid kids…

I was walking down Regent street a while back on the perpetual pussy slaying crusade.

I was talking with Ricky Roma, as we weaved our way through the sea of 6s. We started to discuss blind approaches and I told him about a guy I knew in Manchester that would spam approach every girl without even seeing their faces. He would run around from behind, get in front and open. If he didn’t like their face he would ask them for the time. That was his thing.

At this point Ricky demonstrated what he does in this situation. My explanation may not be doing this justice, but I will try. He walks fast (doesn’t run) from behind, gets a metre or two in front, turns 90 degrees, looks at the unsuspecting victim, if he decides he doesn’t like her he carries his walk on before turning another 90 degrees to start walking past her in the other direction, before turning another 90 degrees and another 90 degrees to return to the original direction in which he was walking. This way, he hasn’t had to waste any energy opening a girl who isn’t worth a squirt. Now when I say 90 degrees, it’s more like 90 degrees with chamfered edges so that it’s a smooth walk around the girl. This he proclaimed, was called the Ricky Swing. That was his thing.

I said to him, ‘wow, you actually have a thing?’

‘I’ve actually got two things, that, and when I see a hot girl I say to my wing “well, will you look at that piece of shit?!”‘

Two things. This guy has two things. I’ve been in this game for more than two years now and I don’t have a thing.

Doing actual Daygame, getting numbers, getting dates and adventure sexing doesn’t matter a fuck unless you have, a thing. It started to dominate my thinking. I actually couldn’t sleep most of last night as I lay in bed thinking to myself, ‘what’s my thing?’

As I lay there I started to think about the things our illustrious Daygame pioneers had invented.

Starting with the ground breaking Yad stop. This is where you run, from behind, turn around and stop the girl from the front. It is similar to the Ricky Swing, except you stop if you like the girl. It’s also exactly the same as similar to Torero’s wheel of fortune.

I also thought about Torero’s Maradona Move. This is where you shake a girls hand, not make the English cry.

Torero also has the Torero Toe which is also exactly the same as similar to the what I first saw Nick Krauser do in Daygame Overkill.

Anyway, these are all examples of things. The point is, I need to give something back to the daygame community like all my peers who have invented (or rebranded/stole) things of their own.

Then the eureka moment came to me, like Einstein must have felt when he cracked the theory of relativity. I got so excited that I started writing this blog post immediately.

Without further ado, I’d like to introduce to you my esteemed readers……

Use your calves, hamstrings, and quadriceps to place one foot in front of the other.I normally put my right foot first, I move it forward through the air for about half a metre. I place the right foot on the ground and I lift my now trailing left foot, lift it forwards through the air for about 0.8m and land it safely on the ground. Rinse and repeat with the right, then left, then right, then left.

Obligatory hot girl picture.Daygame is shit right now for me. They say you should “enjoy the process, man!”. Well, I call bull shit.

I don’t enjoy getting blown out 5 times in a row, getting numbers and them flaking, going on dates where the girl is knowingly tooling you, getting fucking cold sores from my herpes riddled regular. These things aren’t fun and if you enjoy them, then you’re probably not right in the head.

However, the optimist in me tells myself, it will get better, man. Keep plugging away, keep ‘er lit and your skill set will improve and you will ultimately slay more pussy.

We are at the end of February and I have endured another month of daygame misery, nothing is getting better yet…

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

idate

Date

Near Misses

Lays

67

11.94%

4.48%

36.36%

0.00%

1.49%

0.00%

0.00%

Sets/session: 3.94

8

3

4

0

3

1

0

The month got off to a good-ish start, I had 3 dates in the first few days. I took out a nice Asian girl (rare for me), got kissing on the date, walked her back to my flat and she refused to come in at the front door. Fuck. I still haven’t seen her again, but we are still texting so it’s not a dead lead.

I went on a date with a hot Russian girl. This was a set I did at the beginning of January. It was a great set, and I remember thinking to myself at the time, “surely that won’t flake”. She flaked. Then pinged me out of the blue at the beginning of February saying “hi Roy )”. Got to love girl game.

I got her out and we were about half an hour into our date, she was half way down her glass of champagne, I was nearly finished my pint of beer (I drink fast). I asked her why it took her a month to respond, about 30 seconds later she stood up and said she really had to go. She has since gone back to radio silence over text.

I took out a very tall Hungarian girl. It was a strange date, she was happy to discuss sexual topics and I kissed her a few times. It was getting slightly late and I had work the next day so I suggested we have one more drink at mine. She agreed, got up to go to the bathroom before we left and when she returned from the bathroom said that she’d rather go straight home and would not be coming back to mine. Fuck. I tried to get her out again and she told me she wasn’t interested. Fair enough.

I had a few very fizzy sets throughout the month that sizzled with sexual tension, one in particular stands out in the memory. She was a short little English girl with red hair and massive tits that were bursting out of her top, she practically said “fuck me now” with her eyes as I laid on the patter. I was with RickyRoma at the time so I took her number and let her go. He said to me, “why didn’t you idate her, she was floppy as fuck!”. I didn’t and still don’t have a good answer.

So I got slightly closer to fresh pussy, but it is still just out of grasp. I went out 17 times in February and have thrown in the towel with a couple of days to go. I got 11 contact details from 67 sets. About half of those flaked straight away, the other half have responded and since dropped off or are in the process of dropping off.

Daygame doubt is beginning to creep in and I am beginning to question everything, “does this shit work any more?”, “am i getting worse?”, “Do i actually need to take a break like everyone keeps telling me?”.

I’m starting to change things up a bit due to this doubt. One cringeworthy change up I implemented was when I audio pinged a lead with a cheesy date request. The clip lasted 45 seconds of to me playing guitar and proposing a date. She didn’t respond. Maybe I shouldn’t change things up.

Luckily, or unluckily for me, i’m not sure which, I’m a stubborn bastard. I will not become part of the 90% that throw in the towel. I’ve already tasted the success that this past time serves up and it’s quite tasty, like a salmon rose, with extra caviar on top . I remember the good times, they were only a couple of months ago. Without these good reference experiences I’m not sure I would be so stubborn. I can understand why there is such a high drop out rate at this Daygame thing. We need to manage our vibe carefully, one way to do this is to have things to look forward too.

I have a euro-jaunt fast approaching, in 44 days to be precise, not that I’m counting. I cannot wait for this, however, I am conscious that I could burn myself out before I step foot on the plane so I will continue to take mini-breaks of 2-3 days from daygame until then.

I am not expecting to discover any pussy paradises, the places I am going have seen plenty of daygamers. I am expecting it to be tough, to get blown out, go on dates to nowhere and to encounter some LMR. However, the weather will be nicer, the cigarettes and alcohol will be cheaper and I’ll be on holiday, so it will be that bit easier to “enjoy the process” 🙂

January was a month to forget. It was dry, not from alcohol, not from rain, but from fresh pussy. I saw a couple of my regulars throughout the month but they both bore me for different reasons and I didn’t even come close to getting a new girl into my bed.

I could blame it on the weather. I could blame it on burn out. I could blame it on shitty game. I could blame it on women’s attitude. I could blame it on the lack of women. I could blame it on my wardrobe. I could blame it on my diet. I could blame it on my sleeping patterns.

Here is one feasible hypothesis from Xants after he took a break from his hibernation one day in January;

I could blame all of those things and it’s probably a combination of all of them. As frustrating as spells like these are, they are part of the game, a player must embrace them and not get too disheartened. There are all sorts of motivational one liners to spur us on in times like these – “embrace the suck”, “grind it out”, “keep your chin up”.

Growing up in N. Ireland I went on many a drinking session, as we’d move from bar to bar we’d say to each other “keep ‘er lit, hi” as we’d drink pint after pint after pint. We would keep this up until we would loose the ability to speak and/or walk, we’d still soldier on repeating the mantra “keep ‘er lit!” until the bouncers wouldn’t let us in to the next bar, at which stage we would get a “carry-out” and go to someone’s place to carry on the drinking. Obviously this behaviour is not good for your long term health, and i do not advise it, but you get the point.

This time of year is when most daygamers take a break or a hibernation period to recharge and work on their value. I can see that there would be benefits of doing so and have been advised to do so myself. But I’ve tried that and it’s fucking boring. I took a 4 day break over Christmas and I was bored shitless. Now I take a couple of days off each week and am always itching to get back on the streets for my next blow out. After a couple of days off I feel re-charged and I can’t think of anything better to do than talk to girls, I often wonder how I filled out my spare time pre-game.

So here are my miserable statistics from the month of January 2017;

Sessions

Sets

Number

FB

Flake

idate

Date

Near Misses

Lays

18

73

16.44%

2.74%

57.14%

2.74%

0.00%

0.00%

0.00%

Sets/Session

4.06

12

2

8

2

0

0

0

I went out 18 times, the vast majority of them, solo. I didn’t approach a lot when I was out because most of the time there just weren’t that many girls about. Some days I’d do one set and call it a day, others I’d do seven. I’m still texting a couple of the girls that didn’t flake, one of them replied to me a full month after the close, another told me she had a boyfriend which she forgot to mention during the set and I’m still pinging, a few of them I never bothered texting. I had a couple of idates to nowhere and that’s the closest I got.

I’ve looked back through my spreadsheet and this is easily the worst month I’ve had (where I have been actively daygaming) since I started. Is my game getting worse? Maybe. But lets compare myself to Wayne Rooney of Manchester United. He recently became the clubs all time top goalscorer. Throughout his career he has always performed at the top level. However, he has always scored goals in spurts scoring in every game for 10 or so matches, then nothing for a few months, no matter how much he would train hard, he just wouldn’t be able to find the net, but he’d always average around 20 goals per season.

I’m not saying that I am at the top level of the daygame sphere, but what I am saying is that even though things aren’t going well right now, the best solution for me is not to take a break, but to keep on plugging away and trust that things will come good again. I will test this hypothesis at the end of 2017 when I compare my stats to 2016 (I’m already 2 notches behind 2016 me). Until then, I’ll keep ‘er lit, hi.

There hasn’t been much to report on the daygame front, I’m still plugging away but with no success, I’ll do another post as to why I think that is. My Euro Jaunt plans on the other hand have developed significantly, and it’s giving me something to look forward to as I stalk the streets of London in the cold.

In my previous post I talked about whether I would do 10 day or 1 month stints. I have heeded the advice of Seven who was jaunting for 6 months more or less non-stop last year.

Flights and accommodation are booked for the following;

Belgrade – 10 days

Warsaw – 1 month

Moscow – 1 month

Warsaw and Moscow are both a bit risky for a month each for different reasons.

Warsaw has a population of less than 2 million and I don’t find Polish girls THAT attractive. However, I do find Ukranian girls attractive, and I’ve heard there are lots of them there, especially when it is still University term time.

I chose to do a month here for a few reasons;

It’s reasonably Westernised

I know of a few daygamers there

I can develop a routine, join a gym etc.

A wing is planning on joining me for 10 days or so

It’s central – If I get bored I can do a few reccy’s

One of my main concerns is that it may be too small. I’m accustomed to gaming in London, and although the quality may not be great at times, there’s plenty to shoot at pretty much all year round. I’ve encountered this problem before when I gamed in both Dublin and Manchester. I found myself opening the same girls repeatedly, I would just laugh it off and it was never normally awkward, but it was still annoying.

So hopefully I will be able to strike the right balance of smashing the daygame whilst not doing too many re-opens, not getting too lonely and developing some sort of routine.

Moscow has a population of 12 million and like any other man with a pulse, I find Russian girls STUNNING. I could leave it at that but I’ll give you some more reasons why I chose a month here;

I’ve always wanted to go to Moscow, even before game

The women are actually women – high heels, good fashion, feminine and proud of it

I’ve got a wing in St. Petersburg so I may take the express train up and do a reccy

A wing will be joining me for more than half of the month so I won’t be too lonely

Doing a month again allows me to develop a routine, join a gym etc.

Did I mention the women are STUNNING?

I’ve been reading Tom Torero’s Cold Calling Serialisations. He talks about how it’s easy to become lonely/depressed if things aren’t going well.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” I’ve had some of my favourite memories with the hottest girls in Moscow, and I’ve also had some of the bleakest travel moments of my life there. It seems to be one or the other, with very little in between. Either I’m having a great time, or I’m desperate to get the next plane out of the city.

However, I’m more than 2.5 years into my journey now, I’ve approached almost 2000 girls, there’s no excuses, I need to man up, go there and see what it’s like for myself.

This will take me up to the end of June. I’m hoping by this point that I haven’t spent all my rubels/pounds and that I won’t have burned out or melted down. If I have avoided both of these scenarios then I will carry on, most likely to Kiev and/or Minsk.

However, I’m conscious that it will be going into July at this point. It will probably be too hot to daygame outside and it will be holiday season, most of the girls will be out of town.

Looking back to last year, July and August in London were actually good. Girls were happy to be outside, the weather was nice and I got 4 notches in that period. Yes, there were lots of fair weather daygamers and spammers stinking up the vibe, but London is big, it has a higher refresh rate at this time of year and most of the part-timers can’t reach hook point, so they’re not really competition.

The only problem with returning to London is that I will have to plug back into the matrix to keep myself off the streets (not in the daygame sense). Once I do that I will probably not be able to go jaunting until the following season. I quite fancy another month or so in September/October, so I have to figure out how I will manage both my finances and vibe in the intervening months.

As I mentioned towards the end of my last post, planning has commenced in earnest for my longest Euro Jaunt to date. I’ve already been to Bucharest, Prague (twice) and Belgrade and the longest I stayed in any of those places was 10 days.

This spring I will do at least five destinations over a time-span of at least three months, or until my money runs out, or whichever comes first. I am not planning to return home between trips as I will be quitting work (or going on sabbatical – still to be negotiated), selling up all my stuff and moving out of my apartment in London with just my carry-on luggage. Those gamma minimalist blokes off that documentary would be proud.

I am fast discovering that there are a lot of things to consider when trying to plan such a trip. Here is a list of some of those things in no particular order;

How hot are the birds in each location?

How will I travel between locations?

How likely is it that I’ll get laid in each location?

How long should I stay in each location?

What’s the best time of year to go?

Should I book the flights and accommodation in advance or leave it to the last minute and have a more flexible schedule?

Where are the best daygame areas in each location?

What is the cost of living in each location?

Will they have omelettes in each location?

Do they speak English?

Are there other things to do there in case I get a meltdown (whatever that is)?

Will I get lonely?

Will I go insane without work or a project other than picking up girls?

I have considered all of these things and could probably do a blog post on each question. However, I won’t bore you with all of those details, instead I’ll just fill you in with what I have decided so far.

My first attempt at a travel itinerary included 9 destinations with 10 days in each. From my vast Euro Jaunting experience, I found 10 days to be a good number. I sent this itinerary to my original wing and he told me I was a madman to do so many locations, my other wings approved of my itinerary and were quite jealous, but what Seven said got me thinking. I may end up being frustrated by leaving each place with lots of leads and not enough time to convert them. The shorter stints may put a lot of pressure on me to get laid and could lead to me pulling too much on dates and crashing the car.

I then considered doing only 3 places and a month in each. This approach has several advantages e.g. cheaper rent, routine, breathing space as there would be more time to convert. The danger with this approach is that the girls could despise me and I may hate the city and be stuck there for a month.

Now I’m leaning towards hedging my bets and doing a mixture of the two. I’ve managed to get two notches on each of my last 10 day jaunts. However, I’ve heard this is not so easy the further East you travel into the FSU.

I have booked the first leg of the trip and I will be easing myself in by returning to Belgrade for 10 days. I enjoyed it there last time, they have omelettes if you know where to look, I’m still texting the hot girl I laid last time and I have a few other leads to follow up on, as well as obviously trying to bang some new girls.

After that I want to see Zagreb, Warsaw, Kiev and Moscow. I’ve never been to any of these places and I have heard very good reports on all of them. I’m thinking of doing two to three weeks in the first three and a month in Moscow. If I still have time and/or money I wouldn’t mind throwing Minsk into the mix as well. This plan may change radically going forward but that’s what I’m going with for now.

Two wings have already agreed to join me for two of the trips, if you’re are planning on visiting any of these places for some daygame then let me know and maybe we can co-ordinate dates.

1000 sets, 23 notches, a couple of eurojaunts, no meltdowns, a little bit of burnout, swallowing the red pill, it’s been an eventful year and definitely my most progressive year in game.

I moved to London this year and that was the single biggest push forward in my game. Anyone who is complaining about living in a small city, start saving and get yourself to London. Not only are there a lot of girls (even if most of them are 6’s) but if you’re not a weirdo, you can meet some like minded guys who are on a similar journey as I have done this year.

I more than doubled my total approach count this year (its now at 1905). In 2014 I did 364 sets, notching 4, in 2015 I did 541 sets, notching 5. It was never my goal to do 1000 sets in 2016, I was quite close to it with a few days of the year remaining and decided to push through and go for it. I really don’t see how people find it difficult to track their sets. I don’t tear a train ticket, I don’t transfer a coin from one pocket to another, I finish a set and I add them up in my head, I’ve never got it wrong and I’ve never lost track.

If you are not tracking your progress, how do you know if you’re getting better? Feelz?

Here’s a rundown of the lucky ladies broken down by city approached, Nationality and (conservative) HB rating, and the * means “night/bargame” notch;

I don’t really like adding the bargame notches to the tally, but several of my wings have told me I’m mad not to count them. Those included, that’s almost two new women a month for 2016, if you had told me that at the beginning of the year, I’d have bitten your hand off. However, it was a grind to there.

I honestly don’t think my game is any better than that of the peers I wing with. I’ve listened back to my sets, watched theirs and if anything, they’re better than me. Maybe my sub-communication is better than I give myself credit for, but I think the biggest difference this year is that I have been out there consistently when perhaps some of the time I should have been at home with my feet up.

Let’s look a bit more closely at the stats…

Sets

Numbers

FB’s

Flakes

idates

Dates

Near Misses

Lays

1000

18.80%

3.80%

10.70%

0.90%

4.30%

0.40%

1.70%

188

38

107

9

43

4

17

I’m still averaging a number close for just over 1 in 5 of my sets.

Of the number closes I’m getting 1 in 4 out onto a date.

Of the dates I am converting every 2.5 girls to a lay.

I had 4 near misses this year as well, where I had the girl on my bed, but could not overcome the LMR.

My stats were actually a lot better than this prior to November. My flake rate seemed to increase in the winter months and fellow players reported similar results. Daygame is definitely easier in Summer, you can still get results in winter, but it’s more of a grind.

Swallow?

This year is probably the first that I got caught up in the manosphere, I don’t read and comment on forums, but I have taken more of an interest in red pill bloggers such as Heartise, Black Dragon and Rollo Tomassi. Reading too much of this can fuck up your vibe, however, it is essential to know the biology of why women do what they do. Understand the feminine imperative, but don’t let it make you bitter.

One of the side-effects of becoming red pill aware is that you start to want to rebel against the system that you have been a pawn in all of your life. This is already happening to me and next year I am planning on hitting the eject button, at least temporarily. I’ve already saved enough cash to quit my job for at least three months. I’ll do this from April onwards and I’ve put a couple of draft itineraries together. I’ll be hitting up all the usual suspects in Eastern Europe, so if you’re going to be travelling, are not a weirdo, and would like to team up for a trip then send me an email to roywalkerdaygame@gmail.com.

I’ve been advised that jaunting alone can be tough, after all, we are social beings and I have never travelled for this long alone before, so I would welcome the company.

My plan is to daygame even more in 2017 as I will not have a job holding me back for at least three months of the year. See you on the streets…

This will be a short, unenthusiastic post as that is how I felt about the pick up from start to finish…

It was a typical post work session, a Tuesday evening, not much about and I was generally pissing into the wind. I bumped into Ricky Roma and decided to wing with him. We were walking up Oxford street towards Tottenham Court road when a girl walking towards us gives me a heavy IOI, she stares at me for a good 4 or 5 seconds before passing. Ricky said something along the lines of “you have to go”.
At that moment I was torn, I really didn’t fancy her, she was a 6 at best. Relatively short, Spanish looking, with some acne on her face, but it’s not like there was much better about.

I jogged to catch up, forced a smile on my face for the open and proceeded through the motions. Then I got a whiff of her breath, It was terrible, I almost gagged in her face it was that bad, she must have eaten some funky shit for dinner.

I forced myself through the set thinking to myself that bad breath is only temporary, I can always offer her a gum. We got to the part where she tells me her job. She’s a personal trainer. This piqued my interest. I grabbed her bicep and squeezed it, “no you’re not” I challenged. She laughed hysterically.

We were about 5 minutes in now so I took the number and let her go.

A few hours later she text me first saying that it was nice to meet me. Keen. I examined her Whatsapp pic and decided her body was quite nice.

I tried to set up the date for Thursday. She said she was busy and proposed Saturday night instead. Always a good sign.

Saturday rolls along, I ping her at around 3pm to confirm the date for 8pm. She reads it, two blue ticks and then her profile picture disappeared. She blocked me, Spanish girls are weird.

It gets to around 7pm then I get a message from her saying that she’s just seen my message and proposed to meet at 8.30pm instead. I agreed.

I meet her and she’s scrubbed up nicely, she’s wearing black heel boots, tight black jeans, a tight black top and a leather jacket. She’s put some make-up on to cover the acne and her breath doesn’t stink. She’s just about scraping a 7 now.

I took her for a drink near Oxford Circus then onto a second venue in Kingly street. I kissed her in the second venue and then suggested going for a drink in my area. She agreed.

We took an Uber which took over 30mins and it killed my momentum. When we got there she announced she was hungry so I took her to a pizza place. She ate it then I suggested a glass of wine at my place. She said no, not on the first date. I smiled and said “just one glass”. Ok.

We get to my place I show her around. I pour us some wine, she uses the toilet, then I go. We chit chat for 5 minutes before all clothes are off and we’re fucking in the lounge. Candy from a baby.

She stayed over, we did it again in the morning before I walked her back to the tube.

I am sat at Luton airport waiting to fly out to visit my Turkmen for a long weekend. I was here a couple of months ago full of optimism as myself and Xants drank pints and waited for the flight to Belgrade. The mood is different this time, I’m drinking coffee and when I get there I won’t be doing any approaching, but I’ll still be getting laid. This is the life of a daygamer, I paid 90 quid for a flight to somewhere with more favourable weather and free accommodation to spend the weekend with a hot girl.

As I sit here I have been reflecting on what was largely a shit month. Here’s the numbers…

Approaches: 109

Sessions: 21

Numbers: 20

Facebooks: 3

Flakes: 18

iDates: 1

Dates: 1

Proper Daygame Notches: 0

Guttergame Notches: 1

“Nightgame” Notches: 1

However, it was quite eventful;

2 notches – not that proud of either

Trump Presidency – still waiting on my money but I’m just glad I didn’t lose.

Met the Street Attraction lads – nice chaps

Passed out during a daygame session – idiot

Met Craig Cassidy – nice chap

My pussy slaying powers seemed to drop off as quickly as the mercury in the thermometer. This was despite the fact that I went out more than any previous month this year. As the fair weather daygamers began their retreat to relationships or went into “hibernation” I was determined to sarge on into the cold night. I was solo for roughly half of the 21 sessions, the rest I mainly winged with Ricky Roma and couple of other guys. Ricky Roma is probably the only one who gamed as much, if not more than me in November (that I know of).

The vibe on the streets changed significantly, the dreamy girls were hiding under big puffy coats and were no longer dreamy. They were now determined to get from A to B as quickly as possible and weren’t stopping for any charming bastard.

The numbers clearly reflect this. I got 20 numbers from 21 sessions. 18 of them flaked, they didn’t all flake straight away, some replied a few times, some arranged to meet then didn’t show, 1 came on a idate then flaked. I’m still texting one of them and I have been on two dates with the other. I stand a fairly good chance of fucking her so it wasn’t all for nothing, but it was a mother fucking grind. I wasn’t alone with the high flake rate, fellow daygamers reported similar stats but it was still disheartening.

You may wonder why I bothered. Well, I didn’t have much else better to do. I was invited to social events with my pre-game/‘real’ friends on several occasions but I politely declined so that I could go and walk the miserable streets by myself. Have I gone mad? Am I obsessed? Or do I just like pussy? I think it’s the last one. Obviously as men in game, we are all obsessed with pussy and we all have different methods and techniques of acquiring it.

I’m reading Scott Adams’ book – how to fail at almost everything and still win big at the moment. He’s a very funny author and there’s some great mindwank in there, a lot of which resonates with daygame. One concept that struck a chord was “Pick the delusion that works”…

He explains how people believe doing one specific thing will influence the outcome of another event. One of the examples he gives is a professional tennis player wearing his lucky socks in the belief that they will help him win his tennis match. In reality the socks should have nothing to do with the outcome, it should be his skills as a tennis player. But because he believes they will, he plays better and more often than not, goes on to win.

So basically, whatever you think works for you, will probably work for you.

My delusion is that if I keep approaching consistently without any hibernation/meltdown/girlfriend/value building periods I will only get better and slay infinite amounts of pussy. I realise this delusion could backfire spectacularly at any moment, but until then, you will find me roaming the streets of central London.

She looked like this, if a bit less sluttyThis was not a daygame notch. It was my 6th “nightgame” notch of the year. When I say nightgame I mean I got half pissed and went over to talk to some girls in a bar. That’s 16 from daygame and 6 from nightgame in 2016 so far. Anyway, here’s the story…

It was the Eve of Donald Trumps spectacular win in the US election. I’d been out daygaming with Vaughn and it was what would turn out to a be a typical November session. No great shakes, I picked up a couple of numbers both of which have since flaked.

We decided to go for a few beers after the session and Rambo made a rare appearance to join us.

The three of us were sitting discussing how great it would be if Trump won, I don’t think any of us actually thought he would, the system wouldn’t let him. Anyway, this isn’t a political blog, I’ll leave that to the guys who know what they’re talking about.

As we sat there a fat, spectacled English girl was sat a table nearby us along with an Asian chode. She was clearly the alpha between the two, she was gloating about how she was a fantastic engineer who designed kids toys and how her little Asian man servant did everything for her, including going to the bar to get drinks in.

She kept chirping into our conversations and was shocked when we told her we were all Trump supporters. We calmly explained why and she couldn’t really explain why she was against him apart from Racism/Sexist blah blah. She was an idiot, but she kept offering to buy us rounds of shots which we dutifully accepted. All three of us proceeded to troll her for the rest of the evening without her ever really getting what was going on. It was fun.

The fatty and her Asian chode eventually departed and we walked around the bar opening a few more sets and not really getting anywhere.

Before we went to leave I opened a two-set sat nearby. I was a bit pissed by now so my recollection is a bit fuzzy. I remember talking to her and her friend, she was a brunette from France, she had big dark brown racoon eyes and I teased her on this. Her friend was a short haired lesbian who seemed to be egging me on. I talked with the both of them for a few minutes before making my exit, it was a school night, getting quite late and I’d already had quite a bit to drink. I took the Raccoons number before I made my departure.

I was quite hungover the next day at work, but Trump had won so I didn’t care. I sent my pings to the two girls I closed from daygame (both replied before fizzling out) then I remembered I got another number in the bar. I looked her up on whatsapp and she didn’t have a profile picture, damnit! I couldn’t really remember what she looked like, but I thought to myself ‘if i chatted her up, she must be hot, right?’.

I sent the ping and she enthusiastically responded. I eventually got her out last night. I told her to meet me at Old Street station. I turned up, still unsure what she looked like. What’s the worst that can happen? My plan was to have one drink with her, if she wasn’t hot I’d make my excuses and leave.

I turned up at the station and she was there waiting, I instantly recognised her and to my relief she was actually quite hot. She was wearing tight jeans showing off quite a big juicy ass, a tight grey top accentuating her quite large breasts (at least D cups) and a long overcoat. She looked to be in her late 20’s and she was very bubbly. She was a low 7, if she was younger, she would be a high 7.

I bounced her to Grind which is a hipster coffee shop/bar in Old Street. We sat in the glass window on the stools and had one drink. The conversation was already getting sexual and she was accepting all my “accidental” kino. I bounced her to another bar round corner and sat beside her on a couch. I kissed her and she didn’t seem to mind that we were in a busy place, kissing me with full tongue in front of everyone. It was on.

As we finished up the drinks I suggested we go back to mine and drink wine. She said she didn’t drink wine. OK, we can go to the shop and pick-up something else. We went to the shop and she got a few beers.

When we got back to my apartment I showed her around and we had a smoke on the balcony. As soon as the cigarettes were done she was all over me. I picked her up and took her to the bedroom and before long all our clothes were off and I was raw-dogging her. There was no massage pretence from me, no LMR from her, she’d come to fuck and it was all plain sailing from start to finish.

We fucked 4 or 5 times throughout the night, she was wild and clearly enjoyed fucking. It got to around 3am and she was insisting on getting a cab home, as she went to put her clothes on I could see both her ass cheeks were bruised quite badly. I didn’t realise I was spanking her that hard but she did not complain once. One thing that has genuinely surprised me as my notch count rises and rises is how dirty girls are willing to be in the bedroom, they all love to be dominated, except maybe my Serbian notch who overtly asked me to be more gentle.

I woke up the next morning to find my room in a mess, beer was spilled all over the floor and clothes were scattered everywhere. The racoon left a top and her jacket, so I’ll probably have to fuck her again. It’s a tough life.

It was a wet, miserable international daygame day (Saturday), I’d been out drinking to excess the night before to celebrate Trump’s victory in the US election. I was hungover to the balls but I was still hungry, I was not for letting all the daytripping chodes get the girls. It was my 10th consecutive day on the streets chasing skirt but I wasn’t feeling the burn.

It was around 4pm and I had just arrived in central London after waking up late and having breakfast at lunch time. Rock star lifestyles.

I was with the Cheshire Gent (CG) who came down from Manchester to stay at my gaff for the weekend. We were walking down Cranbourn Street away from Leicester square. I’d just got off the phone with Xants who was regaling me with stories of how a French girl just opened and closed him as well as an idate he’d been on. Bastard.

I hung up the phone and waited to meet him outside the PUA Prett opposite the Spaghetti House.

I hadn’t done any sets yet and CG was babbling away about something… All of a sudden I felt very light headed and I started sweating profusely. I tapped him on the arm and said ‘I think I’m going to pass out’…

Next thing I know I’m on my back on a soaking wet Cranbourn street surrounded by about 10 people looking down on me in a circle. I could hear CG shouting;

It felt like I was under water trying to get to the surface. There was an old lady shouting things at me, I had no idea what was going on. CG with the help of some the onlookers picked me up and dragged me to a chair on one of the outside tables at Spaghetti house. I collapsed into the chair where apparently I passed out again. CG ran off to return with a can of coke, instructing me to drink it. I felt like I could barely pick the can up, it was very heavy. I slowly drank it and as I started to come to my senses I noticed that everyone was staring at me, spotlight effect times a thousand.

The coke did it’s job and I was starting to come around to my normal self. However, my head was throbbing, which probably had something to do with smacking it against the ground as I fell. CG filled me in on what happened. Apparently I collapsed onto him before hitting the ground face first. He immediately rolled me over onto my back and apparently I was out cold for almost a minute. Jesus.

Xants soon arrived on the scene… ‘what’s up you pansy?’ or something to that effect. I laughed, and said ‘nothing, i’m grand’. So he proceeded to tell me he had already got 3 numbers that day. Good for you man, good for you.

It was now around 5pm, I was weighing up the possibility of approaching some girls, but I had no energy. I also had a date with one of my regulars scheduled for 8pm, I hadn’t been laid in nearly two weeks so I was quite looking forward to seeing her.

CG recommended I go to the hospital for a check up as I had hit my head. Initially I was reluctant to do so, but I thought fuck it, I may as well be on the safe side.

We hailed a cab and CG accompanied me to a hospital near Warren Street station.

Once we got there I was seen to fairly quickly, well done NHS. I peed in a cup, gave them some blood and they did a heart scan. As I lay there waiting for the results I sent this to my concerned daygame brothers;

I soon got a stream of concerned well wishes from my brothers in arms, here are some of them…

“What did you catch?”

“Soft jesse passed out”

“I wish he was in set, that would have been hilarious”

“Like I said, gay”

“Actually that gets official LAD status. So hungover he passed out but he still went out picking up chicks⁠⁠⁠⁠”

“Medical term for being a pussy”

“You’re probably riddled with stds”

These cheered me up a great deal as I waited and waited. But inside I was freaking the fuck out, that had never happened to me before and I have had plenty of nights of heavy drinking.

As I lay there I was thinking about how much worse it could have been, what if I was solo? what if I was crossing the road? what if I hit my head on a sharp object as I fell? What if I was in set?!

When the doctor eventually returned having examined the blood, urine and heart scan she told me everything was fine. If anything my heart rate was very low which she put down to me being physically fit. That was a surprise.

She proceeded to tell me that I was severely dehydrated from the drinking the night before and that my blood sugar levels were very low. Thinking about it, I hadn’t drunk any water that day, only 3 cups of black coffee and I hadn’t put any sugar in me.

So the message of this post is very simple. Do the basics right, drink water, keep your sugar levels up, get plenty of sleep etc. They are so simple that they should go without saying, however, as I have shown, they are easily overlooked. Believe it or not, there are some things which are more important than picking up girls.

It’s a question I don’t hear often amongst the daygame fraternity, I can think of two reasons why;

Most guys aren’t getting laid enough to worry about it – #playerproblems

Most guys are too proud to admit that they aren’t a magician in the sack

Well I’m getting laid pretty regularly and I am not too proud to admit that I struggle to make them cum. If I look back on my lays this year, i’ve made maybe 3 out of 16 orgasm. My Turkmen who had never cum before in her life was adamant that I made her cum, but I don’t think I did because from my experience, their hole body normally vibrates uncontrollably.

I got another notch last night. It was a girl from a two-set I opened on a gutter game session with Xants on Saturday night. I opened (very rare for me to open two-sets), it was the Saturday before Halloween so all the girls were dressed up in slutty costumes. This particular two-set was little red-riding hood and an evil queen (I still don’t know what she was meant to be).

They both hooked pretty quickly, Xants did good wing man duties and spoke to red riding hood, I spoke to the evil queen. It was around 3am and all the bars were closed except casinos and night clubs. We bounced them to the Hippodrome after a couple of failed attempts to enter we eventually got in and had a couple of drinks. I got some kissing from the evil queen, red riding hood was having none of it and poor Xants didn’t get anywhere with her. It turned out red riding hood was staying at the evil queens place. She then proceeded to cock-block me and the evil queen saying that she wanted to go home. I took the evil queens number and off they went.

I invited the evil queen for a drink in my area last night. We did two venues then back to my place and it was easy sex. She is two years older than me so there wasn’t really any game involved. However, she had a great body, big tits, big ass and knew what she liked in the bedroom. This was a refreshing change as my 19 year old Russian that was staying with me for a week previously was the opposite in every way.

Getting back to the point of this post, I didn’t make the evil queen cum. She told me that she was very close and i just needed to keep going. This is often my problem.

My typical sex routine is as follows;

Kissing

Move to bedroom

Massage

Rub pussy over her jeans/pants/tights/whatever she’s wearing

Remove jeans/pants/tights/whatever she’s wearing

Finger

Remove more clothes, hers and mine

Go down on her for 5 to 10 minutes until she pulls my head up or I get bored

Fuck her

I’m pretty sure I’m going wrong at step 8.

Xants once explained his method for making a woman cum quite graphically to me over a romantic candle lit dinner in a bustling London restaurant.

I’ve read several lay reports from the top PUAs, most recently Krausers in adventure sex book. He doesn’t stipulate if he’d made them cum and I’m not sure he even cares.

I care because when I fuck a 9, I’ll probably want to keep her around.

So daygame brothers, I am reaching out to you for your guaranteed pussy exploding sex methods. All thoughts and suggestions welcome in the comments section.

It was day 5 (Tuesday 18 October) of the jaunt and I was starting to feel jaded, I’d put the work in and wasn’t seeing any great results yet. I was walking down Kralja Milana with Mr Arr, he was complaining about all of his numbers either blocking him or flaking. I was trying to console him but I had no idea why this was happening as hardly any of mine were flaking. It could have been bad luck or he could have been giving off creepy vibe, either way I quickly stopped caring when I saw a tall, slim leggy red head walk in my direction across the road. She was well dressed with boot/heels, tight torn jeans and a brown, fitted fur coat covering her upper half. It was obvious that her hair was died red and she had bright blue eyes. She was a high 7, she’d be an 8 if she ate a bit more.

I don’t normally go for these types, I like them shorter with a bit more meat, but this girl was fucking hot. After I caught site of her I started walking towards her to try and force an IOI, I didn’t have to try very hard as our eyes quickly locked. I let her get safely to the other side of the road before I ran after her and did the front stop.

The Set

I teased her that her red hair made her look Irish, which blatantly wasn’t true, Irish girls can not look that good. It didn’t matter what the hell I was saying, she was eye spazzing and I could sense that she liked me. We spoke for 12 minutes and I found out that she was 24, studying economics and lived far outside of the city and travelled for 90 minutes every day in and out. Her English wasn’t great but it was possible to have a decent conversation without consulting google translate. I pushed for an idate at the end of the set but she said she was tired and her bus was leaving soon.

I asked for the number and she said she doesn’t give it to strangers as her mother has warned her about doing such things, oh the irony. I played the adventure/life is short card and she gave the number.

Texting

There was no ‘text game’ involved at all on my part. As you can see, I sent her the stock feeler and it was plain sailing from there.

Date 1

I met her at 4.30pm outside Hotel Moskva the next day; this would be my first of three dates back to back that day, the other two being at 6.15pm and 9.30pm. She had come straight from college and was planning to get a bus back to her home city at 6pm. Despite this she still made an effort compared to the previous day, she was wearing a bit more make-up and was wearing even tighter jeans and nicer boots. I liked it.

We went to cafe espresso around the corner and I could see she was nervous. She had so much energy bubbling out of her that I thought she was going to explode at one point. I told her this and she laughed even more. She was very giggly and very chatty; the waiter in the cafe kept over-hearing our conversation and butting in. She was clearly struggling to speak in English and felt embarrassed. The waiter was starting to piss me off and kept talking to my girl in Serbian, we drank our coffees and I suggested we go somewhere else.

We walked down Knez Mihailova towards Iron Bar, which was a bar near my apartment. This venue was darker and had couches at the back. It was now 5.30pm, she said she would have to leave soon for her bus. I told her to get a later one and she agreed to get the 7pm bus.

I ordered a beer; she got lemonade before excusing herself to use the bathroom. I texted my second date asking if we could meet at 7 instead. She wasn’t happy but agreed.

When red head returned I started to escalate, I attempted the questions game but she didn’t like it so I reverted to weaving the questions into conversation naturally.

I found out she had only ever had one boyfriend of 3 years and only ever kissed him, no one else. She lived in her small town with family and she sometimes helped out on her granddad’s farm milking cows. She was so traditional and very feminine. I find this so refreshing compared to the ‘girls’ in the West.

I tried to kiss her and she refused on the first attempt. I did not react and asked her more about her grand fathers farm.

A few more minutes passed and I slowed down. I stopped talking as much and talked lower and slower. I would just alternate between looking around the room then staring at her blue eyes. I then grabbed her lightly behind the neck and pulled her in for the kiss. She responded enthusiastically with tongues and all. Afterwards she said ‘how dare you trick me like that?!’ with a smile on her face.

We carried on chatting and kissed a few more times. I asked if she was any good at cooking and she said she was and she loved to cook. I asked if she can cook traditional Serbian food and she said yes of course. I invited her to cook for me at my apartment and she seemed enthusiastic but would have to check her schedule and get back to me. Before we knew it, it was time for her to get her bus and me to run off for my second date.

Date 2

After further text game mastery I persuaded her to meet me again two days later. It was a Friday afternoon and I was due to fly back to London the next day so this was it, all or nothing (apart from a grotty 6 notch).

I met her in the same place at 15:45. It was pissing down with rain so I went inside the hotel. She text to say she’s running late so I sat down and ordered a coffee whilst listening to the classical Russian music in the background. Rock star life styles.

When she arrived she looked even hotter again, wearing all black. I immediately accused her of copying my fashion.

After I finished my coffee we took a walk to the super market near my place. I grabbed a basket and we got the ingredients she needed as well as a couple of bottles of wine (Xants and I had drank all the ‘bounce back booze’ the previous night).

As we walked to my place and I could sense that she was still very nervous. I jokingly asked if I could search her handbag for guns or knives. Flip the script, baby.

Once we got into the apartment I quickly showed her around the flat and after that she immediately went to the sink and started washing the leftover dishes that we hadn’t washed from breakfast. What a woman. I asked her if I could marry her and she giggled.

She then said nervously ‘there’s something I need to tell you’…

I started guessing all the worst possible things which was probably the wrong thing to do in case one of them were actually true. But I did it anyway…

‘You’re pregnant?’

‘No’

‘You have a husband?’

‘No’

“You have AIDs?’

‘No, no noooo. It’s not that bad but I feel bad because I should have told you this earlier’ said she.

She then asked me to add her on facebook and I would see what she was trying to say. I did and there she is in picture after picture with a man. He looked like a male 8, taller and better looking than me. I had a weird mixture of emotions go through my head. 1. Poor guy, 2. Why would such a lovely girl do this? 3. I don’t care, I’m just glad she’s here.

This is new for me, I’ve never, to my knowledge, notched a girl with a serious boyfriend before. I was very surprised especially considering that she did not mention the boyfriend on the street or on the first date where we kissed. I felt a little uneasy but proceeded as normal, trying not to mention him too much.

It took her an hour or two to prepare all the food. She made loads of stuff but what impressed me the most was the traditional Serbian bread that she made from scratch, however, I have already forgotten the name of it.

As she cooked I sat on a bar stool, drank wine and messed about on youtube whilst chatting to her.

We sat down to eat and after dinner we had a cigarette at the table and jokingly talked about getting married. I told her I’d take her to vegas and probably divorce her a few weeks later bla la…

I asked her if she liked massages, she said she did but didn’t want one as she knew what it would lead to. I played dumb and said ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’.

Then I told her that life is short and we should make the most of it while we’re still young, you could get hit by a bus tomorrow. She agreed.

We went back to normal conversation for a few more minutes before I took her by the hand and walked her to the bedroom.

Sexy Time

I lay her face down on the bed and started massaging her through her clothes initially. I told her that they were getting the way and that I needed to remove them. She said no she didn’t want me to see. I got up and turned the light off, returned to her and told her to remove them. She obliged. I massaged for another couple of minutes and then soon after all our clothes were off and I was fingering her. She was very vet, I went down on her but she didn’t seem to like it and pulled me back up to say the magic sentence ‘Do you have a condom?’… Actually she didn’t know the English word for condom so she said ‘Do you have something for your penis?’. It was cute.

I put the condom on and we fucked. It was good sex and she has a very nice body despite quite small breasts.

Post-Sex Interview

She was running late for her last bus at 9pm, I was walking her to the bus station when I remembered I hadn’t done the post-sex interview.

As we power-walked to the station I asked her when she decided that she wanted to have sex. She said it was after dinner when we were talking about life being short and taking opportunities.

This lay proves that even though the girls there typically take several dates before any chance of getting laid, there are a few, even with boyfriends who are looking for adventure sex. You just need to turn up and show them the way.

The dust has settled, my liver is regenerating, my thoughts are becoming coherent again and I am reflecting on what was a fun trip to Belgrade through the medium of this blog post.

In short – I like it and I’ll definitely go back, I’d go back tomorrow if I had the chance.

Here’s the long story…

Xants from citydaygame has already had his say here however, we both had quite different experiences, even though we were shacking up together.

I really like the girls there. Their fashion is great, they’re friendly, feminine and I find them fucking hot. I think they liked me too because I got more IOI’s there than I did anywhere else.

The biggest difference I noticed was the monoculture in comparison to Prague. Monoculturism can be great politically but not for improving your chances of banging YHT. I think I only approached one foreigner and she wasn’t really a foreigner, she was from Montenegro. The trouble with so many local girls is that they have established social circles that include hordes of orbiters waiting for their chance. If they’re students in a foreign city (Prague) or just on holiday (London) then this obstacle is removed.

On the flipside, the fact that they are all local and live more or less identical lives can mean that they are bored senseless and are craving for some adventure in the form of Irish cock. Read more about that here.

Belgrade is a bit bigger than Prague. You have Knez Mihailova as well as the long road up towards the University. It’s a bit hillier which I wasn’t so keen on, but I guess it’s good for the fitness.

Another thing that did strike a chord with me about the city was that it was quite difficult to find an omelette after 12.30pm. The only way we overcame that obstacle was by making them at home. According to some in the community, this is absolute faggotry.

To me, the city didn’t feel burned. But I don’t think anywhere was as burned as Prague was this Summer. I still got my fair share of blow-outs, but no more than I would in London.

Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty…

Approaches: 49

Sessions: 5

Numbers: 10

Facebooks: 5

Flakes: 4

idates: 0

First Dates: 5

Second Dates: 3

Lays: 2

I number farmed hard the first day approaching 18 girls (a lot more than my usual) as I was full of new city vibe. The number of approaches gradually decreased in the subsequent days along with my vibe.

My vibe wasn’t helped much by the fact that I was drinking and smoking heavily every night and generally not sleeping very well due to construction going on outside our apartment.

One thing that did pick my vibe up massively was having good wings. I was winging with Xants most of the time and occasionally Mr Arr and sometimes both. We kept each others spirits up and I don’t think I would have approached as much solo, under the circumstances. A shout out also goes to Garzero whom I never daygamed with but had a few beers with, he seems like a nice chap and has some good stories.

I stopped approaching after the first 5 days. I just couldn’t be bothered any more and I’d built up enough leads and had set up some dates. Here are the dates in chronological order with a brief synopsis of what happened on each;

As you can see I was double and triple booking myself as the clocked ticked on. I set aside the hole of my last day for the red head as I had a good feeling about her.

I have a handful of leads which are still texting that I never got out, including one I closed from ‘night game’ which at the moment for me is approaching girls when half pissed (hopefully this will not be the case for much longer with the help of Jimmy). All of the girls I went on dates with are leads except for the Super K girl who has since went psycho over text. There’s still enough to go back for and a couple of them are even talking about coming to London to visit me. This is not always a good idea which I am currently discovering with my Russian. FML.

As with any city, I think if you can spend a month there your chances of getting laid will increase. Most of the girls I got out on dates were very K selected in that it would have taken 3 or 4 dates. I need to improve my screening abilities on these K girls to try determine which ones are time wasters earlier on.

What does all of this mean?

I’ve caught the bug and have already started laying the foundations. My plan for next year is to quit my job and go contracting, working only 6 to 8 months of the year. I will be ‘euro-jaunting’ the rest of the time. I haven’t decided on a timeline yet or if I will stick to the 10 day stints or a month or longer in each place. But I’ve decided I’m definitely doing it, the red pill is beginning to sink its teeth in.

The clue is in the title. It tracks Nick Krausers’ best year in game – 2014. He begins the year making instant oats and playing video games in London before jetting off around Europe on ‘euro-jaunts’ in the pursuit of younger, hotter and tighter vagina.

Is it any good?

I have this and his original memoir, Balls Deep. There is a definite improvement in the quality and style of writing, you can tell he’s put a bit more effort into it. There is some solid game advice in there however, it is obviously not a ‘how to’ book. There are few typos and full stops missing but this doesn’t detract from quality and it’s obvious which word he meant to type.

It’s a memoir explaining how he negotiated his way to Advenutre sex despite challenges e.g. Dental problems, travelling with wings who are at different stages of their own journey, melt downs, LMR, periods etc. This makes it much more relatable and shows that he’s actually human. You could probably read it cover to cover in a couple of days but it took me a couple of weeks as I was out chasing skirt the rest of the time. I like the fact that there are no captions or boxes on the side of the pages with snippets of information that disrupt the flow.

LULZ

There are quite a few LOL moments in there. I LOL’d the hardest when he was describing how he took Julieta from virginity to anal adventure sex. She asked him ‘am I slut because I love it in the ass?’.

I have yet to do a girl in the ass from daygame, this has inspired me to try it.

There is an array of porn star references in there which made me chuckle and he frequently says ‘bitches be crazy’ when explaining the behaviours of some of his conquests.

If you’re bashful in public then I wouldn’t recommend carrying this book on the tube with you as you may randomly bust out laughing and get some funny looks, as I did.

Did I learn anything?

As an aspiring player on a journey of my own I learnt a lot, most notably that I still have a long way (78 lays to be precise) to go before I can call myself a ‘player’ by Krausers definition. I didn’t have any ‘eureka’ moments or epiphanies whilst reading it but I could relate to a lot of it.

He drops a few names of date venues in London which I have since tried, this is always useful. He also drops names of places around Europe which I will investigate when I go to said places.

There are some stories in there that barely sound believable e.g. 4 girls in one day on his last afternoon in Prague. I didn’t think such a feat was possible, however, it provides motivation to get to this level.

I have since applied some of his methods to my own game. For example, how he handled Dunja on her period.

Krauser has set the benchmark and if a middle aged, bald, Geordie can do all that then surely anyone can. What’s your excuse?

Should you buy it?

Yes, it’s definitely worth £25. I will be adding it to my ever expanding Daygame library and I’ll probably re-read it next year.

I opened her at the beginning of August, it was my first approach of the day as I got off the tube at Oxford circus. She was dressed in black leather pants and a white baggy top. I teased her on looking like a gangster rapper and jumped around various other topics. It’s still a sticking point of mine, not “unpacking the topic” as Tom Torero told me on my training with him a year ago.

I found out she was born in Hong Kong, her parents are from India and she’s lived her adult life in London. So what flag does that make her? Technically she’s Chinese, but she obviously looks as Indian as the girl in the corner shop, except hot. She’s a solid 7.

Logistics proved to be tricky as she lived quite far out of London and it would take me 6 weeks to get her out on the first date.

Date 1

I met her on a Sunday night at 7.30pm outside Covent garden tube station. She showed up in tight jeans, a tight fitting top and a little blazer, she looked hot, possibly an 8 now. One of the many perks of daygame is that the girls generally jump up a point when they do themselves up for the date.

I walked her down long acre and got a table outside the Sussex pub. It wasn’t a great first venue as the only table available was beside a group of drunken English yobs who had clearly been drinking all day. They interrupted us two or three times, one of them actually fell over right beside me and I had to help him up. I quickly finished my beer and told her to finish her drink before bouncing her to a well known bazaar in Seven Dials.

This venue was a lot better but she insisted on eating as she hadn’t eaten all day. I told her I don’t normally eat on dates but relented the frame and we got a platter of nibbles. I used it to my advantage by playing the parody chode and hand feeding her the food.

She shared quite a lot of personal information about her childhood and I quickly put her into the ‘r’ box. Her parents were Sikh but she didn’t practice any of that stuff, she had 6 tattoos, had seen a lot of the world and wasn’t happy with her current career as a nursery teacher. She’s eager to travel more and hasn’t found her ideal job yet.

It was getting to around 10pm now and I hadn’t escalated that much, i probably did too much comfort as I was enjoying the conversation. She said she had to leave soon as it would take her more than an hour to get home. No first date lay.

I walked her back to the tube station and as we were about to part ways I pulled her in to kiss her on the lips. She responded enthusiastically by kissing me with full tongue. Fuck, I should have tried that earlier.

I suggested that she come to my place the following weekend for ‘dinner and a movie’. She responded saying ‘dinner and a movie, huh?’. I said, why not? with a cheeky smile. She agreed.

Interlude

As the following Saturday was rolling around a huge cold sore developed in the corner of my mouth (see Herpes-celling). I had no choice but to cancel the date as I didn’t think she would find me sexy looking like that.

I text her telling her I’d caught the lurgy and proposed that we do it the following weekend. She agreed.

I hit the streets yesterday for my first proper session in about 2 weeks. I was thoroughly uninspired by the quality on display on the streets of London. I only did 6 approaches in 4 hours getting one weak facebook close (she hasn’t even accepted the friend request). I was winging with Xants who had a great day closing 5 girls out of around 10 approaches.

Whilst I was out I received a text from her at around 3pm.

‘OMG I’ve just woke up, I think I’m still intoxicated’

‘Bad girl, I guess this means you won’t be making it to Shoreditch?’ She was supposed to come to mine at 6pm.

She didn’t respond for ages so Xants and I went for a couple of beers. We were still drinking at around 7pm when she finally text to tell me she would be arriving at 8.30pm. Game on.

Date 2

I got back to Old street station to find her there waiting for me. She was wearing a similar outfit to the previous date and looked hot, again.

I told her it was too late to cook now and suggested we get a takeaway and head back to mine. She agreed.

We went to a ramen place near mine, ordered food and had a drink while we waited.

As we sat there she challenged, ‘why are we going back to your place, can’t we just eat here?’

I told her it was more comfy back at mine and I could put on some nice music.

When we got back to my place I put some music one and we ate the food, mine was minging so I ate most hers, much to her dismay. We had a cigarrette on the balcony and then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

We kissed a lot and I reached down to rub her pussy outside her jeans. She said ‘no we can’t do anything, I’m on my period’.

Normally at this point I would have taken out the trusty red towel, but I recalled golden nugget of PUA advice from Krauser’s latest book (page 410 for those of you who have it).

I asked her which day it was, she told me it was the fourth day. I told her to go to the bathroom, she could take a shower if she wished.

When she returned from the bathroom she started stripping and then jumped me. Guess it wasn’t that bad down there.

Adventure Sex?

She was a great lay, she had a nice little ass with quite large boobs for a small girl. Her brown skin was covered in tattoos and she was pretty wild. I was raw-dogging her and she didn’t seem to care.

I’m not used to the old raw-dogging so I came quickly, fortunately I pulled out just in time to jizz all over the bed.

She said ‘Is that it?’

It made me think of that Flight of the Conchords song however, I refrained from saying ‘two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven’.

Instead I whipped out the love wand and started to pleasure her with that. She really liked this and was moaning very loudly whilst digging her nails into my back, this got me hard again pretty quickly. I turned her round and fucked her hard doggy style whilst pulling her hair before pulling out to come on her back.

She stayed the night and I even made her breakfast before she departed the next morning. I will definitely be keeping her around.

September has been a quiet month for me. However, I still got laid twice. Here’s the stats;

Sessions: 13

Approaches: 68

Closes: 15

Flakes: 2 (Most replied but either fell off or are still on the radar)

idates: 3

Dates: 5

Lays: 2

But those stats are good, no? They are all from the first two weeks of September. After that I hardly went out.

HERPES

I have herpes. So do you, probably. If you have ever kissed a girl then you’ve probably got it. I have been astounded how little people (this one in particular) know about the virus. This is not a sexual health blog, just google Herpes Simplex Virus.

I attempted to go out last week with a big fuck off cold sore in the corner of my mouth, I did one approach and got a polite rebuttal then sacked it off to go drinking with Xants and a few of the other local PUA’s.

The cold sore has frustrated the shit out of me because whilst I’ve been herpes-celling I’ve generally had very good vibe. I’ve been eating well, not drinking (that much), going to the gym regularly, and the stress levels at work have decreased massively. I’ve felt good, maybe this is also because the pressure of approaching has been off.

Herpes has not only prevented me from approaching, but it’s also prevented me from going on dates. Last Saturday a girl was supposed to come to my place for the sex date dinner and I had to cancel. All is not lost as she is coming around tonight, but I was pissed off, it could have been the third notch of the month.

I went on a date with a Turkish girl who was fresh off the boat a couple of the days before the onset of the cold sore. She has been texting me a lot since to try and arrange a second date but I’ve given her radio silence. Hopefully she’ll come running back when i ping her again.

Regulars

I have been seeing quite a lot of the Turkmen. She is a genuine 8 and will push herself up to a 9 if she gets the boob job she’s been talking about. She leaves in less than two weeks so I’m happy to carry on the mini-relationship until then.

As well as her, I have been seeing the 21 (now 22) yr old virgin and I’ve been pinging a few others including the Russian who arrives in a few weeks to stay with me (for a hole week).

Reading

I stopped reading War and Peace to read Krauser’s latest memoir. There’s some great stories in there which I can relate to. I’ll probably write up a review when I’m done.

What does October have in store?

The herpes scab is falling off and the notch hyena is hungry. This powerful combination will ensure I slay lots of new pussy. I will start the slaying mission in London followed by 9 days in a popular Euro-jaunt destination and finish off the month with the Russian invasion of my apartment. It’s going to be busy, bring it on.

That’s four new girls in 22 days, my best run of form to date on my daygame journey. All of the girls were hot (apart from the Slovak, 6.5 max), their average age was 20, I enjoyed their company and I will continue to see two of them.

I was considering shutting this blog down after a fellow daygamer broke the bro code as mentioned in my previous post. However, the situation sorted itself out in the end and the Russian is coming to visit me next month, she obviously knows about the blog and is still keen (hopefully that won’t change when she reads this). Lose-Win-Win.

Anyway, enough grandstanding from me, here’s the latest story (which may contain more grandstanding)…

This girl is a bit different to the rest in that it took me FOUR dates to get the notch. I say notch reluctantly, as I genuinely wouldn’t have minded a few more dates, it wasn’t about the notch. But it was bloody good when I got it.

I opened her at the beginning of August. I was out with Vaughn and another wing from Manchester. It was a Saturday and I had been out of London most of the week, as soon as I arrived back I hit the streets at around 7pm.

I wasn’t having much success and we were all about to throw in the towel to go for a pint as it was now around 9pm. The other lads had walked ahead of me a bit when I saw this cute little thing walking towards me quite fast. She was about 5’4”, tanned skin, brunette with big dark brown eyes, quite slim and had a peachy little ass. I was wondering why they weren’t running after her as they must have obviously seen her first. I stopped wondering and made chase.

Open

I stopped her strongly, smiled and delivered the opener. I can’t remember much of what I said and I didn’t record this set. One of the main reasons I try to record every set is that I often walk out of there not knowing what the hell I’ve just said. I’d like to say this is because I’ve internalised the skill set, but it’s more likely because my brain is pickled from all the boozing down the years. Or maybe it’s a wee bit of both.

Anyway, I found out that she had just turned 22, was from Turkmenistan (I’d never heard of this country and felt stupid when I told her this in set), was here for another couple of months before she would go overseas to finish the last year of her degree in politics. She was an 8, a high 8.

I collected the number and went to catch up with the others to find that Vaughn was in set with a Polish girl. His set lasted forever so we left him there to go to the pub. I thought no more of Turkmenistan until the next day.

I sent the feeler and she responded enthusiastically. Our first two dates had to be rescheduled before I eventually got her out about 10 days after the close. This is much longer than I normally like from close to first date. I kept her on the hook in between with some pinging (I’m too lazy to upload the messages, but it was nothing creative, I’m still shit at texting).

Date 1 – the usual

I followed my usual date strategy of taking her to a busy bar first and then to a darker, more secluded bar for the second. I quickly classified this girl as very K selected and knew that I wouldn’t be fucking her that night or the next or probably even the next. She told me what it was like growing up in Turkmenistan, that she’d only ever had two boyfriends, was pro-Trump and pro-Brexit (LOVE), liked working out etc. Basically, she was fucking hot and had some brains so I enjoyed hanging out with her.

At the end of the date I walked her back to her place and jokingly invited myself up. She gave me a look of pity before announcing that she’s not that type of girl. I went for a kiss on the lips, she turned her head away so that I could only get her cheek.

I walked away from the date feeling frustrated.

There was more texting before I got her out for date 2 a week or so later.

Date 2 – picnic in the park

I arranged to meet her at the Sainsbury’s just off Oxford street, we’d get our supplies from there and walk to Regents Park. Or at least that was the plan.

I was due to meet her at 19:30, I got there on time and there was no sign of her. It got to 19:50 before I text her asking if she was lost. She replied quickly saying ‘no, i’m standing outside Sainsburys’. She was at the wrong one. I walked to her as she didn’t know how to work Google Maps. I gave her minus points for this when I eventually found her.

The date was nice, I gave her a massage in the park and got a proper kiss. From there we went for a beer in a bar nearby when it started to get dark and cold.

I walked her home and again invited myself up to hers. She smiled this time and refused. I tried to seed the next date so that it was closer to my place. She said ‘Maybe’.

I went off to Prague for a couple of weeks and pinged her a couple of times when I was there.

Date 3 – drinks near my place

We met up soon after I got back and went for drinks in a couple of bars near my place. I invited her back to mine and she flat out refused, she actually got quite angry when I suggested it. I called her a grumpy little princess and told her I liked her bitch face. She lightened up and I seeded date 4 which would be cooking at my place. She agreed but only if she could cook. Deal.

Date 4 – dinner at my place

I met her at the tube station again (she was an hour late) and told her off for being late. We walked to the supermarket to buy what she needed for cooking as well as a bottle of wine.

We got back to mine, I showed her around the apartment and put on some music. I pointed at the kitchen and said ‘get to work, woman’. She laughed and told me to ‘sit down and shut up, man’.

We chatted nonsense as she cooked and I lay on the couch drinking beer and playing on my phone. When the food was ready I set the table, dimmed the lights and lit some candles. It was quite romantic.

We ate the food then had a smoke on the balcony. After this we sat on the couch and started kissing. I asked her if she would like to watch a movie and grabbed the laptop. She said no and took the laptop and put it back on the coffee table.

‘Ok, how about a massage?’

‘Ok’

I picked her up (she weighs 45kgs) and took her through to the bedroom. I started to massage her, gradually removing layers of clothing as I went. I oiled her up as I massaged her and she was getting very into it.

Soon all of our clothes were off and the P was in the V. Absolutely no LMR (If you don’t count the previous 3 dates).

Debrief

Afterwards I asked her when she decided that she wanted to do it. She said she never really decided, it was a natural progression and seemed like the right time. She carried on to tell me that she hadn’t had sex for over a year before asking me when I last had sex.

‘Ummmm, a couple of months ago’ I couldn’t keep a straight face.

‘You are SUCH a liar, I can see that you’re lying, tell the truth’

‘OK, OK, maybe a month or so ago’

I quickly changed the subject before she quizzed me more on it.

Other fun facts

She tells me that she’s been approached many times on Oxford street and that I was a lot more creative than the others and didn’t give off a creepy vibe, I was the first one she gave her number to (so she tells me).

Her biggest turn-off is a jealous man. Yet she has sent me selfies with her and other men and she likes to tell me when she’s been approached in the street. So she told me what she dislikes then shit-tests me (still does) to see if she can make me jealous. I don’t know if she is doing this consciously, probably not, but I’ve learned that hot girls do things like this all the time.

She’s here for another few weeks so I will continue to see her and I will probably be sad when she leaves. If she finds this blog as well, then I’m retiring from the blogosphere.

I was at the airport reflecting on the trip and feeling reasonably happy, even a little bit smug. I was about to board the plane back to London when I received a stream of angry messages from the girl involved in my last lay report. I asked her what she was talking about and then she sent me a link to my own blog. Fiddle sticks.

I quickly took down the post and explained to her that both our identities were not revealed and that I genuinely like her. Everything I wrote was an honest portrayal of what actually happened. She seems to have forgiven me after being very upset initially.

Who would do such a thing?

Well, as I mentioned in the blog post itself, a local daygamer saw me walking with her after I approached her initially. He was supposed to meet her later that evening for a date.

Obviously, I did not know this.

He obtained my number from Mr Arr and then sent me a message asking if it was the same girl that he was due to meet. It turned out that it was. I considered ending the date but I thought, fuck it, I didn’t know he was supposed to meet her and she had clearly chosen me.

The local was butt-hurt and text the girl lots of abuse while I was still on the date with her and he also mentioned me to her. When she was at my place she brought it up and asked me if I knew him, I told her straight that I had met him through a friend but I didn’t really know him. She was weirded out by this but she believed me and it wasn’t mentioned again that day.

I bumped into the local again the following day (Prague is small) and he asked me how it went, I said good. He said there were no hard feelings, he was just angry at the girl that day. I told him it happens to all of us, I’ve had 2 or 3 no-shows where the girl confirms the time and place then just didn’t rock up without any explanation. I thought that was the end of the matter.

I saw her again the day before I left as I actually like hanging out with the girl. She told me that he had text her again begging for forgiveness and requested another date. She politely declined.

We enjoyed our last evening together and she even spoke about coming to London to visit me before she made her way home that evening.

So I was very surprised when I got the angry messages from her the next day as I made my way home. I instantly assumed that it was the local who sent it to her so I messaged him asking why he did so. He responded;

‘to make her angry, she make me angry all day’

I told him that was not cool and he quickly blocked me on Whatsapp. Brave man.

So not only did he want to get back at the girl for flaking on him, but he also wanted to expose me and ensure neither of us got the girl. Unfortunately for him, his tactics didn’t work.

It is said there is no honour among thieves. As you’ve seen from my story, there is definitely honour among players – but it’s a fragile alliance. We are drawn together; first to tap each other’s accumulated wisdom, then later as peers to keep us sane as we chart our way through an insane lifestyle. It’s an uneasy co-existence between ruthless egoists. Those who aren’t deeply selfish find themselves value-tapped, sucked dry, and cast away. Like the fabled Illuminati, this cadre of adventuring players is not a force for good in the world; our principles cannot be universalised for all men. Every chief needs Indians.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” is, in the terms of moral philosophy, a universal code. If everyone follows it then we make the world a better place. It’s the bedrock of civilisation. In contrast, the player’s code works only if the numbers of wolves is limited and the sheep are unaware. If everyone is to covet his neighbour’s ox then chaos quickly ensues.

Players are coveting a whole new slew of their neighbour’s oxen. Sleeping wth women in industrial quantities is hugely disruptive to the special social order. After all, there are only so many notches to go around.

I win, you lose. The losers get angry

Chaos ensued on this occasion as one of the wolves made the sheep aware.

I can fully understand the local being upset that the girl flaked on him and I felt bad for him. But the simple truth is, she liked me more than him. Maybe it was because I was shiny, hell, maybe I even out-gamed him.

He displayed no honour or self-respect as he persisted to send her abuse and then ultimately try and upset the both of us by sending her the link.

The timing of his sending the link to her was very cowardly, he waited until he knew I would be out of the country and he wouldn’t have to confront me.

This behaviour is jealous and bitter and it is not attractive to women. I honestly hope he learns from this episode.

It was day 9 of the jaunt and I’d had enough to be honest. I was averaging around 10 approaches a day and closing at the usual rate, however I wasn’t getting any of them out on dates. They would either flake or ghost after a couple of replies. It seemed that all the girls in the city were satiated by other cock.

I wasn’t alone in believing this. I’d met another good wing (who i’ll call Mr Arr) through Krauser the previous week. We had been winging together day and night and we both concluded that the best or maybe only way to get laid in this city was to go for the same day lay. If you take a number someone else will approach her, the bubble will burst and she will probably flake.

I’d done 4 throwaway sets so far that day where the girl would accept the compliment and quickly excuse themselves.

I was standing on the main daygame strip waiting for Mr Arr when I saw a short girl with dirty blonde hair, a denim jacket, short denim shorts and a little boob tube top. She was a solid 7, maybe even 7.5.

I ran straight in and she hooked almost instantly. I found out she was Russian, 19, still at school and was very into her reading. She was very feminine and also very chatty, so much for the ‘Russian Minute’.

After a few minutes in set I started to probe her logistics. She told me she was just walking around and didn’t have any plans for the evening (It was around 4.30pm on Saturday afternoon when I approached). Perfect.

I invited her for a coffee and she agreed. After the coffee I suggested going somewhere for a real drink, she said that sounds good. Then she asked me if I had been to the park where you have a great view of the city. I hadn’t and it sounded quite nice so I relented the frame and let her show me where it was. On the walk there we picked up a couple of beers from one of the little mini-markets. When we got sat down I started the questions game and she was very introverted and shy initially. Before long I went in for the first kiss attempt (this was about 2 hours in) and she did not resist. I was surprised.

She mentioned that she was hungry, I said ‘how about we go to the supermarket and get something to cook back at my place?’. She looked at me dead in the eyes and said ‘ok’ then smiled. Again I was surprised, I’d heard that Russian girls normally take a lot more dates and are not really SDL types.

We started walking back and stopped at the supermarket along the way. As we are walking I get a text from Mr Arr asking if it’s OK to give my number to one of the local daygamers. I say, sure.

A few minutes later I get a message from the local asking me about the girl I was with. He’d seen me walking with her and wanted to confirm it was her. I said yes, it was.

He had previously approached her, which I obviously did not know. He messaged me again saying that he was supposed to meet her at 6pm that evening! So she had cancelled her date with him to stay with me. I felt bad.

When we got back to the flat I poured us both some champagne and put on some music. We started kissing and I threw her on the bed. She seemed very horny but was resisting every time I tried to remove any of her clothing. She repeatedly said ‘this is not right, it’s too fast’. I agreed, rolled off and started to cook pasta.

We ate and talked nonsense, she was a nice girl and I enjoyed talking to her. After we ate I escalated again, giving her a massage on the bed. She was quite aroused but still kept pushing my hands away every time I tried to remove an item of clothing. ‘this is not right’. I agreed. It was now around 9.30pm, she didn’t seem to want to go anywhere so I suggested a movie. I put on VCB and we ended up watching the full movie. I escalated again after the movie and I managed to undo her bra and suck on her little titties. Progress.

We fooled around for a bit and I got some dry humping. It was getting quite late now, around 2.30am and I was getting frustrated. She asked if I wanted her to go, I said ‘you are welcome to stay the night, but if you do I will not stop trying to have sex with you’.

‘so all you want me for is sex?’

‘no, but I’m a man, you are a woman, I cannot fight natural desire’.

She said she had to go home quickly to pick something up from her place but would come back within half an hour. I said ok and sent her on her way in an uber expecting never to see her again.

Sure enough, 30mins later I get a message from her saying that she’s down stairs.

When she returned she put up some token resistance, but within minutes all our clothes were off and we were fucking. I’d met her just after 4pm and didn’t close the deal until just after 4am. It was a lot of effort but it was definitely worth it 😉

She wasn’t as hot as this girlShe was only a 6, 6.5 at best. I’m not that proud of it but I’ll quickly tell the story anyway…

It was day 4 of the jaunt and I was starting to feel the burn. On days 3 and 4 I only approached 8 girls on each day, closing 4 of them on day 3 and none on day 4 until this girl.

The weather had turned, the fierce heat had subsided and was replaced by cloudy skies and cooler air, it was nice. I did 7 sets outside getting mostly blow-outs and generally hating it. I moved inside the Palladium mall and then it started pissing down with rain so I couldn’t leave. I had no umbrella and was in a t-shirt.

I was due to have a girl (the date 1 from day 2) around that evening for ‘dinner’. So even though I wasn’t getting anywhere with my approaches, I wasn’t really bothered as I was pretty sure I was gonna get the notch later with a hot local girl.

At 16.30 I got a text from her saying she ‘I won’t be able to make it, how about coffee another day?’.

Damnit! It’s gone from a sure thing to having to start all over again. I walked around the mall cursing about the situation to my wing (Mr T) before he disappeared to go and meet a girl for a date at around 16.45.

I started to walk towards Starbucks to get a coffee and a sandwich. I saw a ratty looking girl with a back-pack, a duffel bag, pale skin, dyed short red hair, little shorts and a long black t-shirt. It looked like an easy set. I ran in and it was. She had just arrived from Slovakia for a 3 day holiday, was 19, a student, spoke good English and was killing time until 8pm when she was due to meet up with her friend.

On another day, I wouldn’t even have bothered, but I was that pissed off about not getting laid with the hot Czech that evening so I decided I was going to try and fuck this girl instead.

I bounced the Slovak to Starbucks with me, I got us coffee (I didn’t bother with the Sandwich, I still don’t feel comfortable eating in front of girls) and we talked nonsense. As we sat there talking about nothing I kept looking up at the sky light section of the roof trying to figure out if it had stopped raining. Eventually, it did. At this point I said ‘let’s go and get a real drink’. She had no objections.

I walked her to the same Irish bar, she had a vodka, I had two Guinness as she was a really slow drinker and we smoked some cigarettes. I escalated using the questions game and things got sexual quite quickly.

It was almost 7pm now, I told her ‘I’ve got some wine back at mine, let’s go back and you can show me that weird music you’re into’ (During our bla bla she told me she likes Korean music).

She agreed to come back but said ‘ok, but just talking and I have to leave at 8pm as I have to meet up with my friend to go to the cinema’. OK.

We got into the apartment, she asked if she must take her shoes off, ‘oh shit yeah, of course you do, how could i forget’. I took my shoes off too.

She dropped her bags at the front door and I showed her around the apartment. She didn’t want any alcohol so I poured us some water.

I gave her the laptop and she put on the Korean music. It was fucking terrible, even worse than Japanese heavy metal. I looked at her and laughed in her face. ‘I can’t believe you listen to this shit, look at these guys, they’re basically girls’.

At this point I tried to kiss her (for the first time) and she pulled away. ‘It’s my job to try, yours to resist’. She looked perplexed. I excused myself to go to the toilet. I returned and she was frantically flicking through the terrible Korean music trying to find a song that I liked.

At this point I text Mr T ‘this isn’t going anywhere, where you at? I’ll come join’.

I sat back down beside the her and decided to try one more time for the kiss. This time I took the laptop off her lap, grabbed her around the throat and pulled her in. She was all in.

She asked me to turn the lights off and close the blinds (it was still daylight and there was a building right across the way). No problem.

She checked her phone, ‘I have to leave in 15 minutes so we have to be quick’. I was and she left jut before 8pm.

I’ve been here a few days and have been smashing it pretty hard despite the fierce heat and an infestation of (mostly shit) PUA’s.

I’m no stranger to blow-outs, they happen in every session in London. However, I didn’t get one blow-out last time I was here. I can’t help but feel that the place is burned as 50% of my approaches haven’t even got as far as the compliment.

A blow-out is never nice, how you respond to them is what separates the men from the boys. I try to laugh them off and get into the next set as quickly as possible.

Here are some stories of the ones that weren’t blowouts…

Day 1

I opened 20 girls closing 6 of them and had one idate. I set up dates for the next day with two of these girls (more on that below), I’m still texting two others and two flaked.

The idate was a strange one. I approached her, delivered the compliment, she eye spazzed, whipped out her phone, opened google translate, handed it to me and pointed as if to say type into that. After a few exchanges of google translate tennis I invited her for a coffee. We went to the nearest cafe and both ordered non-alcoholic drinks (it was 1pm). I tried my hardest to escalate over google translate, but it was hard. I found out she was 22, a local who worked in dentistry and was engaged to be married. I told her she was too young to be getting married, she agreed and said that ‘it’s complicated’. I set up another date to get ‘a real drink’ for the next evening at 8.30pm. She agreed. Jackpot, or so I thought.

Day 2

I started early as I had dates lined up for the evening, opening 10 girls and closing 2 of them. I was half way through my 10th set with a wog when a well known Geordie daygamer walked past and figuratively shot me down. I laughed, the girl wondered what was going on, ‘is that your friend?’, ‘I have no idea who that guy is’ said me. Anyway, she wasn’t interested and neither was I to be honest. I let her go and caught up with my would be assassin.

I introduced myself to him and his mate and he invited me to sit with them for a beer. It was cool to sit with the man himself and hear his thoughts on the city. He agreed that it was burned. I had to excuse myself to go and get ready for the dates.

Date 1 – 5.30pm

I’d approached her at around 8.30pm the previous evening. It was a good set, a local Czech girl, a solid 7. I arranged to met her outside the Palladium and she turned up looking even hotter than she did when I opened her (one of the many perks of daygame).

I walked her to an Irish bar for the first venue where we sat opposite one and other and got to know each other. I then took her to a lounge bar that was dark and had plenty of couches, it also had air-con which was amazing as it was now 6.30pm but still about 30 degrees outside. I escalated hard and got some passionate kissing and soon we were talking about sex. I excused myself to go to the bathroom at 7.30pm. I checked my phone and my second date was still on for 8.30pm.

Do I cancel the second one and carry on escalating all the way to sex? Or do I set up a date two and possibly get laid with the next girl. I was greedy and went with the latter.

When I returned from the bathroom I told her I would have to go and meet ‘friends’ at 8.30pm, she said that was fine as she was planning to leave at around 9pm anyway. I set up another date and we went our separate ways.

Date 2 – 8.30pm

After leaving the first girl I ran back to the flat, had a Portuguese wash and ran back out the door. I was 5 minutes late and when I got to the meeting point the girl wasn’t there. A few minutes later I saw her and again she looked much hotter than when I opened her. She was wearing a tight little black dress and her little boobs were bursting out of it. As I went over to greet her I saw her talking to a tall, blonde fat girl in a pink dress. She looked like Little Miss Piggy except she wasn’t little, and she definitely wasn’t a miss. She was grotesque.

This is a spitting image of her

I said hello to both of them with a perplexed look on my face. Piggy introduced herself and said ‘I’m going to be your translator for the evening, where is your friend?’

‘hi, hang on, Whaaaaat?’

I looked at my girl with a WTF face and she looked back very apologetically and almost looked embarrassed.

‘Your friend, we thought you were bringing a friend?’ said Piggy

‘I never said that, I invited your friend out for a drink, I never mentioned a friend’

‘Can’t you call him and tell him to join us?’

‘no, he’s busy’

‘Pleeeease, we want to go party!!’

I explained to Piggy that this was obviously a break-down in communication and I didn’t want to party, I wanted to take her friend for a drink and not the both of them. She pleaded for me to invite my friend. I relented and said ok, I’ll invite him and we can go for one drink. I tried to call him and he didn’t answer. It turned out he was on an idate with a girl I had also closed early that day.

I went for one drink with them anyway. We sat on a long couch and the pair of them ordered a bottle of white wine between them, I got a beer. I tried my hardest not to speak to the Pig but she kept butting in, I tried communicating with my girl but she was letting the fat heffer lead everything. I was well and truly cock-blocked. I quickly drank my beer and left.

I was absolutely fucking fuming. It was 9.30pm, if I wasn’t greedy I could have potentially been balls deep in the first girl by now.

I walked to one of the little stalls and bought a packet of cigarettes. I sparked one up when I saw a tall girl with black hair, a black boob tube, black hot pants and black heels storm past. I though ‘fuck it’. Ran in and opened, she enjoyed it but was clearly in a hurry. I enquired where she was off to, she said home, she’s exhausted and was still out from the night before. I teased her about being a bad bad girl and she laughed. I said something along the lines of ‘you’ve been out this long, what’s one more drink?’.

She agreed to join me for one drink, I pulled her to the nearest place which happened to be a burger bar. She had a cocktail and me a beer. I found out she was 17, a local Czech girl but had lived all over Europe. I tried to escalate but she could barely keep her eyes open, I took her number and let her go on her way. Hopefully I’ll get her out, I’ve never shagged a 17 year old.

It’s day 3 now and even though I’m surrounded by spammers, there’s still plenty to shoot at.

On Friday I went out after work with Rambo for a couple of hours. I did 5 approaches, none of which were memorable. I sacked it off and went to the pub to watch Man United beat Southampton. It was a great performance and it cheered me up.

I was due to go out for a mates birthday drinks that night but he cancelled last minute so me and Rambo decided to try our hand at gutter game. It was horrible, i approached only 6 girls in 3.5 hours and my longest set was about 40 seconds long. So in total I did 5.5 hours Daygame walking almost 40,000 steps (according to my phone) and approached 11 girls. That’s 3,636 steps/30mins per approach. Pathetic.

For some reason I couldn’t sleep when I got home and nodded off around 5am then awoke at 9am and could not get back to sleep.

I said fuck it, got up and went about my day.

I eventually made it to central London at around 4pm for a solo session. It was very windy and the rain kept starting and stopping. I walked around for about an hour in an absolutely foul mood. I did one approach and the poor girl looked scared of me. I sacked it off. I went home, cooked some food, stuck on Casablanca and drank a full bottle of red wine in the process. I remember the first time I watched that movie years ago and thinking how cool Humphrey Bogart’s character was, now when I watched it again I saw him for what he truly was, a cuck. The red wine ensured that I slept like a rock that night.

On Sunday I awoke with a groggy head but was feeling much better as I’d slept for a good 8 hours. I potted about the flat before hitting the streets at around 5pm (again solo).

I started at Tottenham Court Road and made my way towards Oxford Circus.

Open

I jumped straight in when I saw an Asian girl dressed in all black leathers, with ear piercings and a great big hat. She was a 7.

I opened and after she got over me scaring the shit out of her (which I still do to all Asians) she started to get into it.

I found out she was 23, an actress, loved heavy metal, spontaneous adventures and was in London for two more days.

It was my first approach of the day and I found myself in a dilemma of whether to suffer the opportunity cost of an idate or plod on. I dug a bit deeper into her logistics. She was on her way to have high tea and had planned to go to the theatre that night. She would be flying back to Tokyo on Tuesday but had planned to go to Oxford all day Monday. If it was going to happen, it had to be today.

I suggested she go for her high tea and me and her go for a drink after. She agreed.

I went to close and she told me she doesn’t have a sim and can only message when on wifi. No problem, I added her on Facebook and sent her on her way. I didn’t really expect to hear from her again and I wasn’t that bothered if I didn’t.

I carried on with my session. Unfortunately it was down hill from there. I approached one other girl who was a ridiculously hot 40yr old Czech woman. She loved the attention but just wasn’t interested in me.

It started raining at around 7pm. I had no umbrella or jacket and it was getting cold. All the shops were closed on Oxford st apart from Schuh. I went in there to take shelter from the rain and before I knew it one of the hot shop assistants had gamed me into buying a new pair of shoes. As I was paying I got a stream of messages through from the Asian. She wanted to meet me at Big Ben in one hour.

I mulled over whether or not I could be arsed waiting around. The notch hyena quickly made my mind up for me. I agreed to meet her at Big Ben at 8.30.

She was 5 minutes late!Date

She turned up looking much hotter with her hair tied back, wearing torn jeans and a bit of make-up. I had an instant boner and she had now progressed to an 8.
I had no real date plan in mind. I started walking her along the Thames and stumbled upon a little boat bar called Tattershall Castle. This turned out to be a great venue 1, she loved being on the water. I built up plenty of comfort whilst spiking all the way through and she was complying to everything. I knew it was on.

We finished that drink and I started walking her towards more familiar territory. We stopped at another bar called Sherlock Holmes. It was almost 10pm and we were getting to the end of our drinks. I tried to be clever and say “I know a great place that has free wine, free food and great couches… My place!”. She looked at me dumbfounded, this had been lost in translation. So then I just came out and said, let’s have a drink at my place. She agreed straight away but only if I could get her on the last tube back. No problem.

Bounce

I ordered an uber and it was there within 2minutes. We got back to my place and had a couple of sips of wine whilst she showed me some Japanese heavy metal on YouTube. It was shit.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I returned I grabbed her hands and said “come with me”. She complied.

I got her on the bed and after a couple of minutes of “massage” all her clothes were off then mine, we fucked and she made cute little squeaks and squeals as I brought her to orgasm. She had a great little body, big breasts, big ass and a nice tight little vagina.

Squeaky time
It was around 11.30 when we finished, I ordered her an Uber and was asleep by midnight and up for work on time.

Glad I decided to wait around, I was very close to heading home when she messaged.

It was July 2014, I’d just recently moved to Dublin and knew no-one in the City, except people from work who were all much older than me. I went on the internet to look for friends, that’s how it works nowadays right?

I was looking up some meetup.com groups and stumbled across some thing called “Daygame”. A chap by the name of “Paddy Daygame” claimed that he could teach you how to approach women in the street, without any alcohol in your system, get their number and potentially even put your dick in them. Lovely.

I did a bit more googling on the subject and sure enough, there was this hole underground cultish community with youtube videos, lay reports, forums and all sorts. I was overwhelmed with the amount out there once I started digging a bit deeper. I quickly found out the names of the main players from daygame.com and through that I found Krauser and Torero.

After reading up on it I was excited, I couldn’t wait to try it. I looked up when the main coaches were next in Dublin, if at all. None of them were going to be in town for at least another month. That’s too long thought me, I could just go out and try it for myself? Fuck that.

I went back to this Paddy Daygame chaps website. He was offering a full days training, half theory and half infield for €250 and promised to have you approaching by the end of it. I emailed him and he replied the next day asking for my phone number. He called me and we had a chat, he seemed like a nice, normal human being with manners and everything. Maybe these daygame people aren’t complete nutters after all? At the end of the call we set up my bootcamp for 21 July 2014.

It was a Saturday (international daygame day) and fairly Sunny in Dublin. Strangely I wasn’t even hungover, well not that strange, I had no mates to go drinking with. I arrived at the meeting point and I was absolutely shitting myself. I was expecting to meet a white, average height, maybe ginger Irish man. Much to my surprise around the corner came a tall black man with dread locks and announced “What’s the story?.. you must be Roy” in a thick Dublin accent. That was my first surprise of the day. He continued to bamboozle me as he explained the theory and what he was going to show me. He practiced approaching on me down an alley way and then made me do the same to him. Then I watched as he approached some real girls. He got a number of the first one. “Oh my fuuuucking God, this shit is nuts!” I still remember those being my exact thoughts when seeing this unfold before my eyes.

He eventually made me approach and I can’t actually remember my first one, so it was probably shit. All in all I did 8 approaches on the first day and somehow I manage to get the number off the 8th. Some little Asian dude (Let’s call him Mr T) came over to me afterwards and asked me

“are you doing daygame?!”

“I think so?”

“You can be my wing!..”

“Wing?… Ok, yeah sure”

I had a wing. After that I daygamed every day after work (and full days on Weekends) with Mr T (and one or two other guys every now and then) for about 5 months. I was hooked.

So what’s happened since 21 July 2014?

I’m still at this Daygame lark, and since Dublin I’ve tried it in Cape Town, Manchester, Bucharest, Prague and London.

Stat Attack

I’m a spreadsheet wanker. As well as that, I like to track my progress to be accountable and honest with myself. It’s good having wings for a bit of friendly rivalry when it comes to the notch count, but you are only competing with one person in game, yourself.

“Progress is not an illusion; it happens, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.”

― George Orwell

I don’t do tinder and I don’t do night game. Here’s the figures from daygame and daygame only.

Total (21 July 2014 – 20 July 2016)

No. of Approaches

Number Closes

Facebook Closes

Dates

Lays

1380

242 (17.54%)

64 (4.64%)

58 (4.20%)

16 (1.16%)

Now let’s compare year one to year two to see if I’m improving;

Year 1 (21 July 2014 – 20 July 2015)

No. of Approaches

Number Closes

Facebook Closes

Dates

Lays

511

84 (16.43%)

22 (4.31%)

19 (3.72%)

5 (1%)

Year 2 (21 July 2015 – 20 July 2016)

No. of Approaches

Number Closes

Facebook Closes

Dates

Lays

780

146 (18.72%)

35 (4.49%)

38 (4.87%)

11 (1.41%)

I always thought i approached a hell of a lot more in my first year than in my second, but the opposite is true.

As you can see, with more approaches came more notches. What’s more satisfying for me is the percentages. Each percentage increased slightly so I must be doing something right.

My Woeful Week of Daygame post got the most views of any of my posts. It’s obvious that people like to read about other peoples failure and misery, that’s why Bodi is so popular. However, this post is sending the opposite message and is clear evidence that daygame works and it is worth the slog. So get the fuck off the internet and go and approach 🙂

I thought I wasn’t going to make it, but with one day to spare I got my notch for the month. Here’s the full story…

I spent most of the afternoon working and had planned to go out and try my hand at gutter game that evening with a wing in Shoreditch. I decided to go central for an hour of daygame before the gutter game session.

I approached as soon as I got off the tube at Oxford circus and closed a cute English girl who was on her way to meet a guy for a second date. She has since flaked.

I met up with Rambo and we did some daygame. I’ve winged with him a few times now, he’s a cool guy and I find that he always lifts my vibe.

I did one or two sets and as we were walking towards Selfridges I saw her walking on the other side of the road in the opposite direction. I jogged across the road in pursuit. As I walked behind her I noticed how her ass was moving from side to side like a pendulum, I was certain she was ovulating.

She was 5′ 4″, Asian looking (but hot, I don’t normally go for the Asian girls), slim but with a larger ass than a typical Asian girl and wearing tight jeans and a tight jumper that showed off her mid-rif. I’d say she’s an 8.

Open

I front stopped her and scared the shit out of her. This is a very common reaction for me when I open Asian girls. I smiled, delivered the opener and told her I liked how she moved from side to side when she walked. She relaxed, smiled and asked if I mind if I walk with her. I hate walking sets, but this girl was hot and it was the second last day of July, I was desperate for a notch so I walked.

We chatted for about 3 minutes and it was all very logical. I’ve just listened back to the set. I didn’t do any attraction apart from the opener, the rest was comfort and logistics. I found out she was from Mauritius, studied Law and would be leaving London the next day.I asked her what she was doing that night, she said nothing as all her friends lived out of town. Green. Green. Green.

She wanted to carry on shopping and I was with a wing so I suggested meeting for a drink at 9pm, she was keen so we exchanged numbers.

I got some food with Rambo and called my other wing to cancel on the gutter game session, I felt like a cunt for that but he didn’t seem to mind.

Date

When I met up with her she looked even hotter, she’d taken her jumper off to reveal a small black lacy top which showed off her tits and had put a little bit of make-up on.

I didn’t have a solid plan for date venues so I winged it. I walked her down Kingly street and all the bars there looked rammed. As we got to the end of the street there was one bar called two floors which looked quite chilled so I pulled her in there.

I got the first round and told her to get us a seat. She did so. As we sat down a DJ started playing and it got noisy. This was a good excuse for me to sit beside her so I could “hear her better”.

As we got chatting she told me she was a smoker so I took her out the back where it was a bit quieter for a smoke. I got the boring comfort stuff out of the way and then we went back in to find our seats were gone and the only seats available were right by the DJ booth.

I needed to escalate so I started the questions game to speed things up. Her first question to me was “where is the craziest place you’ve had sex?” She wasn’t wasting any time.

We played this for about 10 minutes before I excused myself to go to the toilet. The toilets were downstairs and when I was there I noticed there was another bar which was a lot quieter and had some couches free.

I went back up put out my hand, she grabbed it and I took her down stairs. I realise we are about an hour into the date at this point and I haven’t tried to kiss her yet. I try and she resists. No problem. The downstairs bar announces that it’s closing and we’d have to go back up stairs.

She tells me she wants to see some of the famous parts of Soho. I decide it’s a great idea to take her to a place called Freedom thinking that it’s a strip club, maybe all the strippers will make her hornier.

We pay our £5 entry each and the place is rammed. It’s full of gays and it’s NOT a strip club. Fuck.

Gay Bar

It’s her round so I send her off to fight her way through the hordes of homos to get us a drink. I grab a booth and sit and wait for her.

While I’m waiting a group of four men (one dressed as a woman) plonk themselves down beside me on both sides. The drag queen leans in close to me and starts chatting me up, badly. I politely tell them I’m here with a girl and that they can’t sit here. They don’t care, they aren’t moving. My date comes back with two jäger bombs looking very confused. One of the guys gets up and let’s her sit beside me. I’m sitting there wondering how I let things get to this.

We make polite chit chat with the homos. She thinks it’s hilarious that the he-she is hitting on me. We sink our drinks and I tell her “let’s get outta here”.

Logistics Problems

It’s now around 11pm. She tells me she is staying at a friends house and she has the only key, so she has to be back before her friend to let her in.

I tell her ok, let’s have one more drink at my place.

She had no objections so I order an uber (my place is about 10 minutes away), we get in and her friend calls her whilst we’re on our way to my place to say she’s coming home. Fuck.

We rerouted towards her place which was 30 minutes away in the opposite direction. When we got there we went inside and her friend wasn’t home yet. We drank some wine and I pulled her in for the kiss. No objections.

We were sitting on her bed and she tells me “I don’t know what you expected from me tonight, but I am not going to sleep with you”.

“OK” I responded and changed the subject.

Her friend got home (who was also quite hot) and the three of us sat there chatting for while. I asked if there was anywhere good to go around the area that was still open and she said our best bet was to head back central.

I ordered an uber for myself and told my girl to come with me. She offered some token resistance saying she had to be up early, I told her its her last night in London, live a little. She looked at her friend who was encouraging her to join me.

It was a long uber back to mine however, there were no awkward silences.

When we got back I stopped at the shop to pick up a couple of beers. We got to mine, watched some youtube videos and drank the beers.

We started kissing again and I told her I was an expert masseuse. I took her through to the bedroom and she insisted that she wasn’t taking off her clothes. I said fine and gave her a massage over the top of her clothes. I then took out the baby oil and told her it was much better on flesh.

She said she couldn’t take her top off as it was a one piece which unbuttoned underneath, I rolled off and told her to choose some music she liked on the laptop. We started kissing again and I started rubbing her pussy over the top of her jeans, she pushed my hand away, got up and said she needed the bathroom. When she returned her jeans were off and it was just the one piece.

I started massaging her again, I unbuttoned the one-piece and pushed it up to reveal her bra and panties. I squirted some oil on and she really started to get into it. I undid her bra and started rubbing her full back and she started to moan. At this point I turned her over, pulled her bra away and started massaging her tits. I wiped the oil off my hands before I started fingering her, she was gyrating like crazy. I pushed her head back and went down on her (no spots or cold sore on my mouth this time). She had fantastic little vagina, barely a hair on it, nice and juicy and it was quite tight.

Within minutes we were fucking and she was quite wild even though she told me earlier in the date that she doesn’t like hard or dirty sex.

Post-coital Debrief

I asked her when she decided she was going to have sex and she said as soon as she got into my flat. She also said she was impressed how I handled the homos and how nice I was to her friend, in fact she said she was starting to get jealous and thought that I liked her friend more than her.

Most of my posts are lay reports which probably make everything seem rosy. Any experienced daygamer will know this is not reality. Here’s a dose of the cold hard truth from the past week of my daygame exploits.

Wednesday 06 July

Post work session, only did 2 sets getting one number, a cute girl from Finland who was only in town for a few days. She told me over text that she had a boyfriend but would still like to meet up. I didn’t bother.

Later that evening I met up with a cute English girl (of Malaysian descent) that I’d closed the previous weekend for a first date. It was good, I got plenty of kissing but she wouldn’t come back to mine. I’ll see her again.

Thursday 07 July

Approached a very hot girl on my lunch break. She told me she was in a hurry to get back to work and excused herself. Meh.

I went out again after work, approached 8 girls getting mostly blow-outs and no closes. Meh.

Friday 08 July

I went out for 2 hours approaching only two girls. This was down to a combination of shit vibe and low quality girls. I got one number which I am still texting however she’s only a 6, the only thing that’s driving me is the notch hyena. Meh.

Saturday 09 July

3 hour session in which I approached 5 girls getting only one number. The girl I closed was very bizarre. She gave me nothing but shit tests, the best one being when she told me her female boss (who was also from Ireland) sounded tougher than me. As she excused herself she told me to take her number. She responded to the feeler, I left it a few days before sending a ping to which she hasn’t replied. Meh.

Saturday Evening

I arranged to meet up with the 21 year old who’s virginity I had stolen the previous week, I fancied another go.

When I met her we exchanged pleasantries.

Me: How are you?

Her: Not good.

Me: Why?

Her: I’ll tell you when we sit down.

I didn’t let it rest at this point.

Me: Are you pregnant?

Her: No!

Me: Has someone died?

Her: No!

Me: Do you have an STD?

Her: How did you guess?

Me: Well it can’t be me, I’m clean

When we sat down she proceeded to tell me how her vagina was covered in blisters and it was painful to walk, sit, stand, piss or do anything.

“I guess I’m not getting laid tonight then” Said me. She didn’t laugh and proceeded to tell me that she’d been for a check-up and that it was herpes. I am the only person she’s ever had sex with so I was the only culprit.

The cogs in my brain started turning. I thought…

“I’ve shagged quite a few birds and none of them have ever cried STD”

“I went for a check-up just over a month ago and I was given the all clear”

“Oh shit, I popped that spot in the corner of my mouth just before our date, that’s how it happened, fuck!”

I tried to comfort her, “most sexually active men have herpes in their mouth, for me I get a cold sore once a year and I didn’t have one when I was with you so I don’t know how this could happen”. It had to be the fact that I popped that spot.

“well now I have it for life and it’s really painful” said her.

This poor girl, she’s only had sex once and this is what happens. I felt bad.

Amazingly she didn’t hate me and we still spent the rest of the evening together. I took her for dinner, we went for drinks after and she even came back to mine to watch a movie and stay the night. Most of the evening I was making jokes about it to try and take the edge off. As she left the next morning I told her to text me when her vagina was better. She laughed. I was being serious.

Sunday 10 July

I’d had my first decent nights sleep in a few days so my vibe was good. I potted about the flat and eventually hit town at 4pm.

It was a warm day and Regent street was closed to traffic for the “Summer Streets” event. Apparently this will happen every Sunday for the month of July. I approached 4 girls getting 3 numbers in just under two hours. I weaselled one or two sets, the quality was genuinely low and had been every day I was out since Wednesday.

Out of the 3 closes one of them was a keen Thai girl who was leaving the next day so that was a no go. The other was a very hot Russian who has since flaked. The other was a hot French girl who also flaked. Meh

Sunday evening

I met up with a Turkish girl I’d closed two weeks previously for a first date. She lives in Cambridge and came into London for the day to do some shopping and sight seeing. She wanted to meet me at 1pm but I told her I was working until 6pm. This was partly true, I worked til 4 then daygamed for 2 hours before meeting her.

Upon meeting her I was pleasantly surprised by how hot she looked compared to when I closed her. She was wearing tight black jeans to show off her ass, a tight red boob tube which showed off her surprisingly large breasts and accentuated her small waist.

I took her straight to the usual tea venue in Seven Dials. We had one drink before I asked her if she wanted to see another part of London. She was keen so we made our way to Old Street on the tube.

I took her to two bars first, both of which were both showing the Euro 2016 Final so we walked straight back out of them.

I knew a speakeasy near my place that definitely wouldn’t show the football. We had one drink there where I escalated quite hard. I went for the kiss once and she pulled away.

It got to 10pm and I knew she had to be on a train back to Cambridge at 11ish. We got outside and I said “Let’s go back to mine and chill for a while, I’ll make you a cup of tea”

She said no. I was slightly pissed off, I’d assumed when she got on the tube back to Old Street with me that the deal was closed. Apparently not.

We went to one more bar, had a drink and I sent her on her way.

She ended up missing her train back to Cambridge and didn’t get home til almost 3am. I was sound asleep by midnight.

She sent me some moody messages the next day saying how alone she felt at the tube station late at night. I felt a little bad but I didn’t apologise, I just said “I had to be up at 06:00 for work, you could have stayed at my place but you chose not to”.

After this she sent me another message telling me how much fun she had and that she wanted to come visit again next weekend. I will see her again as she is a genuinely nice girl and I enjoyed her company.

Monday 11 July

I went out after work and only did 2 sets. The second one was a set I was more or less pushed into by a wing. I wasn’t that attracted and only opened due to the fact that I’d only done one approach.

She hooked straight away. She was Romanian and was only in London until Wednesday. She had a nice ass and was wearing one of those dog collars that a lot of girls seem to be wearing nowadays.

I asked her what she was doing now, she said nothing, she was going to go home soon. I told her I was with a friend and would text her when I was done. I ejected to catch up with my wing only to discover that he had gone home. I should have idated her.

I text her 30mins later and suggested a drink if she was still in town. She replied instantly saying that she’d just got home and proposed that we meet tomorrow night. I agreed.

Tuesday 12 July

I pinged her whilst on my lunch break at work. She was still keen to meet but couldn’t confirm until 8pm.

I’d just gotten home from work at around 8.30pm when she text saying she would still like to meet. I was just about to make dinner and relax for the evening when the notch hyena struck again. I thought “fuck it, this will be an easy lay”.

I quickly got changed (didn’t even bother showering) and made my way to the tube station. I met her at O’Neills in Carnaby street at around 9.15pm. I was tired and it was getting late so my game plan was one drink and bounce her home.

I did comfort for the first few minutes then dove straight into escalation.

Before long I found myself arguing with this girl about society, how it was being ruined by feminism and SJW’s. We got talking about sex, she told me she doesn’t do casual sex and asked if I did.

“Of course I fucking do, why do you think I’m here?!”… I said with a cheeky grin, but she knew I meant it.

I carried on, “why do you think men and women go on dates?”

“to see if they like each other and to meet new friends”

“Do you think men actually come on dates to make friends?”

“Of course, I’m still friends with lots of guys I’ve been on dates with”

“well no offence, but all your ‘friends’ are pussys”.

I don’t know why my temper was so short. It was probably a combination of the fact that I was tired, she wasn’t that hot and she was playing silly buggers.

I finished my drink, she finished hers and I told her I was going home.

As we were walking out she said “Oh I am sorry this was probably a waste of your time” whilst giggling.

I told her straight “It was, goodbye”.

So what’s the point of all this?

It’s not all rainbows and unicorns, Daygame is hard. If you want to get good at it, you need to endure the woe.

I didn’t do a lot of daygame, averaging only two sessions per week, but I have some excuses for this.

I spent a week of the month on holiday in Marseille. Another excuse is the bloody gays. One of the weekends was gay pride in London where I approached 16 girls that Saturday without a single close. This was obviously because they were all lesbians and had nothing to do with my shitty daygame.

On a brighter note, I did lay two new girls from “night game”. I’ve put the inverted commas here because there wasn’t any game involved from my side for either the Burrito Bar Bang or the girl in Marseille. I was just in the right place, at the right time. The night game gods were kind to me.

Out of the 11 closes 5 flaked, I went on a date with two, out of the two dates I slept with one of them. The other 4 are still on my radar as I am still texting them and have a dates set up with two of them for the week ahead.

The first date that I went on in June was difficult for me. I’ve been daygaming for almost two years now but I still have a lot to learn when it comes to date game. In hindsight the girl was very R select and if I encounter a similar girl in the future I will escalate much faster. During the date she was telling me some crazy stories about how she’s had several threesomes, likes meeting new people, likes living spontaneously and in the now etc. I did try and get her home at the end of the date, but it was a feeble effort and she fell off the radar after that.

I’m much better when the girl is more feminine and innocent, it’s easier for me to play the bad boy in these situations and that’s exactly what I did with the 21 yr old virgin.

July hasn’t started great, I went out for 2 hours on Friday after work and didn’t do a single approach. I could try and blame the low quality on display (it was low) but there were plenty of fuckable girls about. I just had a bad day. From my experience, any daygamer who says they don’t have such dips is lying.

I approached this girl on a Sunday evening two weeks ago on Oxford Street.

She made fleeting eye contact as she passed which I took as a definite IOI.

I opened with “excuse me, I saw you back there and thought you looked cute. You do know it’s rude to stare and not say hello, right?”

She looked about 18 years old. When we got chatting I found out she was 21, English (with one Malaysian and one Swiss parent) and a recent graduate in photography. She had a piercing beneath her bottom lip and lots on her ears. She was an outlier, if a shy one.

It was a quickish set (5mins) as she was in a hurry to go meet friends for drinks. I teased her for drinking on a school night. I also teased her for looking like Hermione (grown up!) from the Harry Potter movies, she is almost a spitting image. She giggled, in fact she giggled at nearly everything I said.

I took the number.

Texting

The texting was slow. Initially she was taking over a day to reply but, she was replying. I invited her out, she said she couldn’t make it. I said ok, I’ll be in touch when I’m back from holidays.

I ping her a nice photo of the scenery whilst on holiday. She loves it.

I set up a date for the day after I get back from Marseille.

First date

She lives quite far out of London so I told her to meet me outside Covent Garden tube station at 8pm on the Friday night.

I text her on the day to tell her I’ll be late, can we make it 8.30pm instead. She agrees (this also confirms the date is still on).

She turns up at 8.45, I tell her she’s buying the first drinks for being late. She giggles. She is a very giggly girl, I’m really not that funny.

She is wearing doc Martin boots, a skirt which shows of plenty of her surprisingly long legs (shes 5′ 4″) and a tight fitting top. She looks hot despite the doc martins. Solid 7, maybe even a 7.5.

I took her to a pub in Covent Garden for the first venue. We sat opposite each other and spoke about family, our current situation, hobbies etc. All that boring but essential comfort stuff.

I then took her to a darker quieter venue in 7 dials. We sat beside each other on a couch this time. I ran a bit more comfort whilst drawing diagrams of the things I was describing on her thighs. After this I break the 4th wall and say “you do know that was just and excuse to touch your leg, right?” She giggles and says “at least you’re honest”.

We then proceeded to the questions game. I’ve stopped playing this on recent dates for fear of being too gamey, but I knew this girl wouldn’t mind. She was accepting all of my advances, if not reciprocating them yet.

Before long we were kissing. She wasn’t a great kisser. During the questions game I pegged her as half R and half K (most girls). She told me she’d only ever had one serious boyfriend of four months but that she definitely wasn’t a virgin. I was sceptical.

Before I new it, it was 11pm and she said she had to go so as not to miss the last train home. I told her she could crash on my couch, she declined. As she was getting ready to leave I asked her if she could cook, she said no, I said I was a great cook, how about dinner and a movie at my place for the next date. She said “we’ll have to see about that”.

Second Date

It was a Monday, I pinged her in the afternoon to see if she’d behaved the rest of the weekend. She replied as all girls do saying “I always behave 😇”. I told her I’d like to see her again and that I was free Monday (that night) and Tuesday. She chose the Monday. I was a bit worried as a massive spot had developed in the corner of my mouth which may put her of me kissing her on the lips (either pair).

I told her to meet me at Old Street tube station, the nearest tube to my place, at 8pm. She responded saying the earliest she could do is 8.30pm. Ok.

I then got stuck at work until after 7pm. I text her telling her I wouldn’t have time to cook, we could get a takeaway and some wine. She responded “aha, sounds good”. This is when I knew I was probably going to get laid. I got home, popped the humungous spot and figured I could just tell her I cut myself shaving, had a shower and got ready.

I got to the station at 8.30pm, again she was 15 minutes late. I playfully spanked her on the ass when she arrived for being late. This time she turned up in jeans and a jumper and hadn’t made as much effort as the first date. I asked her “where’s the mini-skirt? How am I supposed to see your legs?!”. She said “I’m sure you can figure it out”.

We picked up a pizza, some salad and a bottle of wine. When we got to my place I showed her around, we ate and after that we sat on the couch, listened to music and chatted more shit.

I then resumed the questions game going sexual straight away (basically picking up where we left off on the last date). We started kissing and she was making little moaning noises as we kissed. She was very horny.

I started rubbing her pussy over the top of her jeans and I could feel she was wet. I pulled off poured more wine, went back to kissing. I did this a couple of times before finally picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. She didn’t have any complaints.

When we get to the bedroom I tell her “I’m an expert masseuse, I learnt everything I know from youtube”. She giggled, I whip out the baby oil and start massaging her back. I start removing the layers and getting her oiled up as I go. She is moaning quite a lot now and complains that I haven’t taken any clothes off and she’s practically naked (She was down to her matching bra and panties by this stage). I throw off all my clothes, she then tells me “I’m sorry”, “What are you sorry for?” says me.

“I’ve never done this before” says her.

I don’t rib her for lying to me in the first place. I just say “Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy”.

I start fingering her, I can barely fit my index finger in there!

I go down on her to get things moving a bit more freely. Soon we are fucking pretty hard and her tiny little vagina is bleeding all over my dick. Daygame rocks.

Post-coital Debrief

I ask her why she lied about the virginity. She said she found it embarrassing that she was still a virgin at 21. I told her there is no shame in it, what I didn’t tell her that I have fucked a 25 year old virgin (this was also from daygame, but pre-blogging days).

I asked her when she knew she was going to have sex with me, and as I suspected, she said “when I agreed to come to your place”.

She then started telling me a lot of very personal things about her past. We cuddled and watched Vicky Christina Barcelona before fucking some more. I reckon I got about 2hours sleep before I had to get up and go to work, but I didn’t care. It was definitely worth it.

I have been in Marseille for the past week to watch football, drink beer and catch up with old mates. So I haven’t done any game as such.

However, I just can’t stop myself when I see an opportunity…

We arrived first thing in the morning last Thursday. I met my mates at the airport and we jumped in a cab to the Old Port in the city centre where our accommodation was.

My initial impressions of the place were that it was quite grubby and in need of a good scrub. But once you get into the Old Port area it’s quite nice. There are big open, pedestrianised streets surrounding the port which I imagine would be fine for Daygame in normal situations. The streets were full of drunken Polish, Hungarian and Iceland fans for the majority of my stay.

I got chatting to the cab driver on the way in. He was a young, good looking guy. I’d give him an 8. I asked him all about the best bars, touristy activities etc. Then I asked him about the girls, are they hot and are they available? I said this jokingly as I was really only here for the beer. However, his response tickled me. He said “it’s very difficult, you have no chance with the girls here, they don’t like foreign, drunk men”. Fast forward 10 hours and I am balls deep in a local French girl. How did that happen?

I’d been out drinking with my mates, we were exploring the pubs. There was one bar with an outside section full of Iceland fans chanting “hooooof, hooooof, hooooof”. My mate thought this was hilarious so ran over to join in the craic. I saw a pretty girl sitting on her own watching the lads and laughing. I went over to her and announced in my finest Frenglish “excuse moi, I hope you speak anglais”, “I do” she said whilst giggling. “Supeeeeer” said me. I could see that she was interested straight away, you could even say she hooked. “Tu Es beau” I continued (which is apparently the masculine version of you are beautiful). I then switched to English, “what the hell are you doing here alone in a bar full of drunken football fans”.

“My friend has just left and I was enjoying the atmosphere so I thought I would stay”, Green light.

I left my friend to hoof and he quickly got bored before heading home and leaving me with the girl.

The girl was an olive skinned local whose parents descended from Algeria.

We had a couple of drinks together before I invited her back to my place. She was more than happy to come back. The only trouble was that there was 4 lads in an apartment with only two beds. My mates were already in bed when I got back, however one of them obviously heard a female voice and promptly vacated the room to move to the couch. Good friend. I fucked her all night and was raw dogging her for most of the time. It’s just better.

I ended up having a mini relationship with this girl for the rest of my stay in Marseille. She often joined me and my mates to watch football and drink beer. She is a smart, funny and very good looking girl with great big fake titties. I couldn’t get enough of them. I fucked her 3 or 4 times each night/morning. It was the closest thing I had to a relationship in about 3 years and it felt a bit alien to me.

On the last couple of days I was getting bored and she seemed to be getting more and more attached. I remembered why I don’t do relationships any more, monogamy is definitely not for me. I remember hearing a quote which sums this subject up nicely…

Ro: [on hearing Mr Hill is cheating on his wife] I don’t get it. Mrs Hill is pretty. I mean, she’s really pretty.

Gina: Show me a beautiful woman, I’ll show you a man who’s tired of fucking her.

Perfect Stranger 2007

The clingyness of the girl and sameness of the vagina catches up after a while. In the 6 nights I fucked her about 20 times, in different positions, places and oriphises. It was great but I was looking forward to getting back to London and chatting up some new girls on the street.

I got an email from British Airways telling me that my flight was cancelled roughly 24 hours prior to my planned departure time. They told me I would have to fly on another day due to the lazy frogs going on strike. I called them up and they offered me a flight on Saturday which would mean a two day extension to my trip. I really couldn’t be bothered to stay, my body was exhausted from all the booze and sex. I said no, I had to get back to London. They put me on a Thursday morning flight instead of my intended Thursday evening flight. I’m currently sat in the airport writing this as my flight is delayed. I’ve noticed that there is no sense of urgency with the majority of the French, they close their shops for no reason, walk very slowly and service in restaurants is generally terrible.

Aside from shit/non-existent service, I have enjoyed this trip more than I expected to. I like the vibe in the city and the locals are generally more friendly than what i experienced in Paris. Nearly all of them giggled at my shit French instead of turning their noses up and grunting back at me in English like the Parisians did.

I really like the sound of the French language, especially when spoken by a hot girl. There seems to be a lot hot girls around. I found myself repeatedly saying to my mates “look at that piece of shit!” As the girls walked by. This is a catch phrase I stole from a fellow daygamer in London, it makes me chuckle.

I would definitely come back here and try some Daygame. I might even see the girl again if she doesn’t get too clingy.

I didn’t bang her in a burrito bar, I just wanted to do some alliteration. Here’s the story.

It’s Friday evening. I worked late and didn’t hit the streets until around 7pm. I daygamed for 2 hours and only did 4 approaches. The quality was low and my vibe was off after a long day in the office.

I was exhausted so I sat down on a bench outside Wasabi on Oxford street (the one towards Bond Street) feeling sorry for myself. I don’t eat cream cakes ala Bodi but if I did, I would have been scoffing them down.

I text a fellow daygamer to see if he fancied a pint, he tells me he’s already gone home. I say to myself, “fuck it, one more set!”

Then out of McDonalds walks a stunning little Asian girl. She’s walking very slowly, sipping on a big coke. Thank you Daygame Gods!

I open and it’s the first one of the day that it’s on. She eye spazzes, crosses her legs as if to say, show me what you got. It’s a good set. She tells me she’s from Russia. I say no you’re not, you’re from Khasakstan. She’s impressed. I ask what she’s up to and she tells me she’s off to work, she’s a singer at some club.

My vibe is instantly up and I’m in a good mood. It still amazes me how Daygame fucks with your emotions.

I text another mate to see if he fancied a pint. He does I meet him and I drink 4 beers with him.

We go our separate ways around midnight.

I get the tube back to Old Street, I’m starving and remember I haven’t eaten since lunch. I pop into a takeaway called the Mexican Express on my way home.

I see two girls laughing at the seats in the shop front window as I walk in, they’re both 7’s (neither as hot as the girl in the picture above) and had clearly been drinking. I place my order and sit down at a table just behind them as I wait to listen into their conversation. I figure our one is Polish and the other French. I get up and walk over to them, I can’t even remember what I opened with, it was fairly indirect, something along the lines of “you ladies seem to be enjoying yourself, this is clearly where the party is”

We chat for a little while. My burrito is ready and the guy calls me to the til to pay. I collect my burrito turn to walk out and as I am on my way I say my goodbyes to the girls. The Polish asks where I’m going, I say home. She says nooooo, stay with us. So I sit while the polish eats a burrito with a fork and knife (who does that?). I tease her on this. All three of us are sitting at the window stools. It’s me, then Polish then French in a row. There’s a joke in there somewhere.

As we chat the Polish is eyeballing me, I return long eye contact in between talking to the French girl about Marseille, where she is from. I tell her I’m going there in a couple of weeks for the football. She’s telling me it’s not safe, I tell her I lived in South Africa, bring it on. I didn’t realise it at the time, but I was DHVing and the Polish was lapping it up.

Polish finishes her food and French starts talking about the two of them getting a cab home together. Polish says she wants to go for another drink.

I tell Polish “let me take you for a drink, we can put your friend in a cab”

They confer with whispers for a little while before they agree to my plan. French girl is on her way.

I take Polish to a bar across the road called Lovers Company. Its a trendy basement bar and quite noisy. I’d never been here before as it’s still my first week in the area. We get a G&T each and sit down at a table. It’s a small table surrounded by noisy drunken English girls. I tell her I’m going to look around the venue and find the toilet, I’ll be back. I walk around and find a private little room at the back which is wall to wall couches, no tables and the music is a lot quiter. Perfect! I go for a piss, go back the table, pick up both our coats and my drink and take her hand. “where are we going?!”, “just follow me”.

We get to the couch room and take a seat. There is no-one in there but us. Before long we are kissing and she jumps on top of me. A couple of guys come to walk in and shout “get a room” and walk out.

She hops off me feeling slightly embarrassed, I tell her she’s a bad girl and return to boring chat until we’re almost finished the G&T’s.

“I live just around the corner, let’s grab a bottle of wine and go back to mine, it’s quieter there”.

Her ASD kicks in… “I’m not going to sleep with you” her

“Who said anything about that??” me

We leave and walk to the shop across the road, buy cigarettes and a bottle of white wine. We start walking towards my place and she asks to sit down on the steps to have a smoke. I agree and run some more comfort. She starts showing me some pictures of art she had done and I’m genuinely impressed so I tell her this. After a while I stand up and say “let’s go back to, it’s getting cold”. She agrees but tells me she is definitely having sex with me.

We get to the lift in my apartment block, as soon as the doors close we start kissing and I’m thinking it’s on.

We get into my place, all the lights are off, but I can tell my flatmate is sleeping as his bedroom door is closed.

We go into the lounge, I get the laptop out, put on some music softly and pour the wine. We talk for little while, she tells me how nice the place is etc. I grab her around the throat and start kissing her. Then I pull away and tell her I need to pee (again). When I return she asks if she can have a smoke on the balcony. I agree and join her for one, I don’t want to wake my flatmate so I pull the balcony door closed behind me. We have our cigarettes, kiss a bit and I say “let’s go back in”. I go the the balcony door and discover that there’s no handle on the outside. Fuck.

It was my first time on the balcony as I had only moved in the previous weekend. She asks me how are you going to open it? Good question says me. It’s around 2.30am and we are trapped on my balcony. I try to ring my flatmate to ask him to open but his phone is off. I text him, no reply. We both laugh at the hilarity of the situation and sit there for a while, kissing and cuddling. I ask her if she’s ever had sex on a balcony? She reminds me that we are not having sex tonight.

The clock ticks, it gets to 4am and we’re both freezing. I sit there thinking how royally I have fucked this up. Randomly, there a big storage cupboard full of suitcases on the balcony. I pull out two of the suitcases and say “lets’s climb in one of these each, it’ll keep us warm. She laughs, but I’m being serious. I try to climb in one and surprisingly, I don’t fit.

I then have another bright idea, the cupboard is now empty. Let’s get in the cupboard. So we did that for a while but it wasn’t very comfortable. It gets to around 5am and Polish hears people walking by on the street beneath us. It’s her idea to shout down to them and ask them to ring my flat number on the intercom. Good citizens as they, they do so about 4 or 5 times. They tell me someone answered. Yes!

My flatmate comes out to the balcony pissing himself laughing, opens the door and runs back to bed without saying a word.

She tells me she’s going home, she’s freezing. I tell her “no you’re not, there’s no tubes, let’s get in bed”. She agrees on the premise that I give her one of my T-shirts to wear and reminds me… “we’re not having sex”.

May was a strange month. There was only one really good sunny weekend, I think it was the first weekend of may. I did 20 odd approaches and closed 12 of them. That’s half of my total for the month. The rest of the month was pretty shit weather wise, not that I’m using that as an excuse.

I moved into a new place in London at the beginning of May which turned out to be a shit hole. It was in a great location and I had the place to myself for the month while the other tenant was away travelling, but I just couldn’t put up with the state of the place. One of the girls I brought back was so disgusted by the place she wanted to leave and asked me “how can you live in this?!”… several times.

So now I’m in a much nicer place that I am sharing with a gay guy who seems cool so far. Location isn’t quite as good but I’ll make a plan.

Back to May.

I did 15 sessions, this isn’t as much as it sounds. A few of those were when I went out after work, with shit vibe and did one or two approaches, got nowhere, and went home. At least I tried though, eh?

I didn’t manage 4 proper sessions per week and I am still not finding (making) the time to do so. I did a few long sessions at the weekends, some solo, some winging with some of the citydaygame crew. I enjoy the winged sessions, especially when my vibe is down. Just last weekend I was extremely hungover, if it hadn’t have been for Mr S keeping me chatting between sets, I’d probably have sacked it off earlier.

I had two idates to nowhere, I closed both of them. One was a Spanish girl I tried to kiss after 20 minutes. Surprisingly, I never heard from her again. The other was a cute Lithuanian girl who I never even bothered following up on because she was leaving the country the next day.

I had 6 dates. I got laid from 2 of them, lots of kissing on one (i’ll see her again) and a peck on the lips from the other 3. Not bad, but as I mentioned in another post, I need to improve on two key areas on dates;

Escalating

Dealing with Princess behaviour

I’m happy enough with the month over all. My target was “4 sessions per week, 2 lays”, I got the 2 lays and that’s the most important stat of them all.

The weather must surely get better in June, therefore I will be slightly more ambitious for the month of June.

This is a girl I met a few weeks back in London. She cancelled on me once already (I replaced her with the German that same night and got laid, see Lay report: German Teacher).

She’s a blonde Iranian with deep brown eyes and is very much a girly girl with designer clothing and lots of make up (she would fail the too much make-up test miserably). Id say she’s a 7, maybe a 6.5 without all the make-up.

I opened her inside Oxford Circus tube station, it was a solid set and I’d kept the momentum going with some pings texts over the last week or two until the date.

I asked her to come to Shoreditch. When she arrived at the meeting place (Old Street tube station) she looked hot. Tight black leather pants, black heels and a tight top with a big jacket due to the cold. When she opened her mouth she immediately started complaining.

I’m cold, I’m tired, I don’t like this area. Where are we going?

This is going to fun, thought me.

I was winging it slightly as I had never been to any of the venues. I’d gotten some local advice from some of the citydaygame lads and did five minutes of google maps search about an hour before the date. Not the greatest planning, I know.
The first place I took her was called the bridge, it didn’t go to plan as the upstairs section I intended taking her to was closed and so we sat downstairs. She literally turned her nose up at this and I teased her for it.

The second venue, Hapinnes Forgets, was cooler but way too noisy. We sat at the bar on stools and I pulled her stool closer to me with her on it using the excuse that I couldn’t hear her.

The date lasted just over two hours. Most of the time I was sinking in comfort and I struggled to escalate this girl. She was quite masculine and shared some interesting opinions e.g. “I don’t like black people”, “I don’t like gays”. I did get a lot of kino in and made good, deep eye contact. The eye contact made her giggle with excitement and I could tell she was attracted.

She kept telling me how funny I was. I said I thought it was my dashing good looks that made her come out, she quickly corrected me with “Nooo!”. I just laughed, she was obviously lying.

I tried to kiss her a couple of times but she kept saying “not on the first date”.

This girl does seem genuinely interested in me and she even text me when she got home and has said she will bring me back a gift from her upcoming holiday. I’m just not sure I can be arsed seeing her again as it seems it may take a few dates to get anywhere with her.

I’ve had 5 or 6 dates very similar to this in the last month where I haven’t escalated enough and only got a peck on the lips at the end of the date. This could be down to their upbringing and nationality but it is happening too often for my liking. I think I need to go back to the drawing board on my date game. Time to dust off mastery.

This lay was definitely the most LMR that I have ever encountered whilst still getting the lay.

Open

I was coming towards the end of a post work daygame session on Friday and was walking towards a bar to meet my friends when I saw her. She was walking down Oxford street going nowhere quickly. I let her walk by so I could check out her ass, it was slightly bigger than what I would normally go for but I decided to open.

I told her she looked like she was daydreaming and she hooked straight away asking me lots of questions. I found out she was a 25 year old German (Turkish descent) teacher with an American accent. She had just arrived the day before and was only in London a few more nights. Even though I was on my way to meet friends I invited her for a quick drink, she declined as she was on her way home to get ready to go out with people from her hostel. She asked if we could meet the next night, Saturday, I said no because I was watching the FA Cup final and I had another date lined up afterwards (I didn’t tell her about the date). I tried to get her to ditch her hostel mates that night instead, she said she might, to text her and see.

Interlude

I went on my way to meet my mates, I text her about meeting that evening but she said she was too tired, we re-arranged for Sunday. I wouldn’t normally push this hard but I knew she was leaving soon.

I went daygaming on Saturday and it was a pointless session, the weather was crap and there were rowdy drunken football fans (due to the FA Cup final) all over central London, I was not happy. I received a long apologetic cancellation message from an Iranian lead that I was due to go on a date with that evening. She was called into work and wouldn’t be able to make it.

I sacked off the daygame and went to a friends to watch the football. While I was there I text the German to see if she wanted to meet tonight (Saturday) instead. She agreed and met me that evening at Barbican tube station at 9pm.

Date

I took her to the Old Red Cow first, it was pretty dead which was perfect for a first venue. I ran the usual comfort before bouncing her to a basement bar that I have been taking all my dates lately. The bar man in there knows me by name and must think I’m some sort of player, I’ve taken 5 different girls in there in the last two weeks, every time I go, he greets me by name and asks who the lovely lady is. Great social proof.

This bar closed and I told her I have some more wine back at home, she agreed to come back. When we left I took her for a walk towards a late shop to buy some water and cigarettes, we stood outside the shop having a cigarette and got talking about how her ex-boyfriend was crap in bed. She told me she liked rough sex, at this point I grabbed her around her throat, pushed her up against the wall and kissed her for the first time. She loved it and was kissing back passionately. I pulled away from her (always leave her wanting more) and grabbed her hand and started walking towards my place whilst talking reverting to boring chit chat.

We got to my front door, I said lets go up and she was more than happy to follow. I had tried this 4 times previously in the last couple of weeks and every girl said no, it was too soon.

When we got into my apartment I sat her down in the living room, poured us both some water and put some music on. I started kissing her then the first signs of LMR kicked in. She started saying that she wasn’t going to have sex with me and that I was only after one thing. All men are the same!

I said ok, let’s watch some shit youtube videos instead, I put on some Adrian Bliss videos to get her laughing. I started stroking her back whilst we were watching, then I stopped, she grabbed my hand and told me not to stop. I told her I’m much better at real massages. She said she’s good at receiving them. I grabbed the lap top, grabbed her hand and led her to my bed room. I told her to lye down face first on the bed, she obliged, I put the laptop on the pillow so that she could carry on watching youtube whilst I went to get some baby oil.

Before long she didn’t care about the youtube videos anymore as she getting quite into the massage, I told her “this is getting in the way” (her bra), I undid the fastening and carried on massaging. She kept telling me how good I was at it. I told her I’m better at massaging the front. She rolled over, I massaged her belly and tits for a little while before we started kissing again, she was very into it now, I started rubbing her pussy over the top of her jeans, she started gyrating so I went for glory, shoving my hand under her jeans and pants and started to finger her. She started moaning and was enjoying it for about a minute before pushing me off and telling me to stop. She was not going to have sex with me, she wasn’t that type of girl.

Fine, lets watch some more videos… It got to about 3am and she was starting to fall asleep on my bed. I woke her up and told her I was going to go to sleep, she asked if she could stay until the tube opened at 5am. I said sure, but I can’t sleep in my clothes so I stripped down to my boxers and got into bed. She went to the toilet, when she came back she took her jeans off leaving only a small top, bra and pants on before getting into bed. She lay on top of my chest, my hands started to wander and we started kissing again… This time I tried to go down on her and this point she told me “No, I can’t do this, not on the first date”. I said fine, rolled off and lay down again. She turned her back to me, I spooned. We both dozed off for a little while when I woke up to find that she was pushing her ass against my dick. I started fingering her from behind and kissing her on the neck at the same time. She started moaning and digging her nails into me, she was getting into it. I got a bit rougher and started biting her neck (I left a hicky on her neck, haven’t done that since I was about 16). I tried to go down on her again and once I got my tongue in there, there was no way back for her. We fucked for about an hour after this and it was more intense than normal as she had resisted for so long.

Interview

I didn’t ask her my usual question of when she knew she wanted to have sex as I could sense that she was disappointed in herself, I didn’t want to make her feel any more slutty. I actually felt bad a little! Instead I asked if she came, she said no, it’s impossible to make her cum. I need to up this part of my game!

This one was especially sweet considering that she was resisting and giving me shit tests from the moment I opened her on the street, right the way through to the bedroom.

Open

I saw a short brunette walking towards me down Market Street in Manchester. I forced an IOI, let her walk by so I could check out her ass. It was big and juicy with a tiny waist above it. I was gay if I didn’t open.

“Excuuuuuse me, it’s rude to stare and not say hello…”

She gives me a confused glare, I carry on.

“You do speak English right?”

She nods and signals, a little, I proceed…

“I think you look very cute, you seemed to be walking along in your own little bubble without a care in the world.”

Then came the barrage of shit tests.

“What do you want?”

“You can’t just talk to a girl on the street, this doesn’t happen in my country!”

“Do you do this to all the girls”

“You could be a murderer.”

I overcame all of them with a combination of ignoring them and turning it back on her. Eventually I got her laughing and into comfort.

I find out she’s Turkish, here to study and only arrived a few weeks ago and doesn’t really know anyone in Manchester. Perfect.

When I went for the close she said

“No, You are a womanizer”

I didn’t disagree.

“I’ll text you once, if you don’t reply, so be it” I said, with a cheeky grin.

I pinged her a couple of times over the last couple of weeks and set up the date for the next time I was back in Manchester.

Day 2

I was fifteen minutes late as I got stuck in the office. She arrived wearing tight blue jeans, a black leather jacket and she had put make-up on, no heel but she looked hot. When I closed her I thought she was a 6.5, but now she looked a solid 7, maybe even a 7.5.

I walked her to the first bar (Affleck and Brown, in the Northern Quarter) where we sat at the bar. I did comfort for a while but she was still very sceptical and wanted to text her friends to let her know where she was. I told her that was rude, she was safe and if she didn’t feel safe she could leave whenever she wanted. She put her phone away. She told me a story where one of her chode boyfriends had planned to take a Chinese girl to the cinema that night, but this girl would only go with him if my date went with them. He told my date that she should cancel meeting me to tag along on his date to improve his chances with Chinese girl… I told her that her friend is a loser who can’t get a girl by his own means and that he was using her. She agreed and told me that she did not respect him. I feel sorry for him.

We walk to the next bar (Apotheca) where we sit beside each other on a couch. I escalate and try to kiss her. She pulls away. I tell her I will try a total of 5 times. She giggles. I did a bit more comfort and kino, giving her a shoulder massage, I tell her I’m an expert at massaging, I learnt everything I know from youtube. I go for 5th kiss attempt and she kisses me awkwardly.

Bounce

We leave and I walk us in the direction of my place. She tells me she doesn’t like kissing in public and that she didn’t like kissing in the bar. I talk nonsense as we walk towards my apartment, it seems to do the job as she is not protesting. We get to my door and I say “come up for one more drink”. She agrees.

I show her around my apartment and pour us both some Baileys. We sit on the couch, I put some music on, we chat a little, have one sip of our drink each before we are kissing quite passionately.

I pick her up (she weighs about 45 kilos), walk her to my bedroom and throw her on the bed. We carry on kissing fully clothed and i rub her pussy over the top of her pants, I can feel that she is soaking wet. She pushes me off and says “I want to sleep, no more”. However, she proceeds to strip down to her underwear, she rolls over and pulls the covers over her head.

I get up, switch the light off and get undressed. I get in the bed and spoon her, she pushes her big ass in to my boner. Within seconds I’m inside her and she is wild!

My condom comes off half way through, and I raid my drawers, no more condoms… fuuuuck. She says, no problem and goes down on me to finish me off. What a nice girl.

Interview

I ask her when she knew she wanted to have sex with me, she says “when you started touching me in the second bar”. She proceeds to tell me that the reason she was so sceptical at the start is because she finds it difficult to find a man who will put up with her problem. Inside I’m thinking, shit, what problem?!

I ask her “what problem?”. She says “Once I start having sex, I never want to stop, I think I have a problem, and previous relationships have failed because of it”.

I tell her it’s natural but she disagrees.

We doze off and I wake at around 4am, she’s rubbing my dick. We start playing around again, before I know it we are fucking (bare back). This carries on for 3 hours before I get up, shower and go to work. Work was tough the next day, but it was worth it.